Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death...
Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.
Guess who's back in this b**** again
With a fresh set of b**** bouncin' off your chin
I'm 2 Dope
Switch my s*** up, no
For these hands to grope hoes, and b****** hoe
Now everybody thinks their s**** the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked s*** is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh
Ain't no f*****' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass
Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face
f*** off, this shot, spin my nuts
Ya'll be suckin more d*** than s****
I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness
Now f*** the f*** off, who finna b**p this?
Chorus: (x2)
This s*** ain't for p**** heads (So f*** off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*** the f*** Off)
b***** creatures carve your head out (So f*** off)
This the s*** that brings the dead out (f*** the f*** Off)
I don't need a f***** band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks
The stage, the mic, and a Juggalo army
Hoes climb up and try to grind on me
Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage
Gets punched in the a** and kicked in the face
f*** your dresscode, I swing my b****
f*** your restrooms, I'm p***** on walls
Securities look like weak a** wrestlers
Pettin' kids down like child molesters
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm s***gs the Clown
We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around
You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks
In the little yellow bus, packed full of r*****s
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are
Chorus: (x2)
This s*** ain't for p**** heads (So f*** off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*** the f*** Off)
b***** creatures carve your head out (So f*** off)
This the s*** that brings the dead out (f*** the f*** Off)
CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)
Diss my s*** and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first b**** I smacked
The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move
Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
On who?
Us?
Me?
s***, please
Lick these
You're a s***gamaniac, you can't ignore me
And tell your mom to f***** f*** off for me
f*** these hoes, they tryina take riches
I'm the Southwest Strangla, windpipe tangala
I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof
Skeet on your face is the only proof
f*** Off! That is what I tell the Earth
I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the f*** you think you're f***** with?
YOU CAN f*** THE f*****' f*** OFF, b****!
Chorus: (x4)
This s*** ain't for p**** heads (So f*** off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*** the f*** Off)
b***** creatures carve your head out (So f*** off)
This the s*** that brings the dead out (f*** the f*** Off)
Hehehehehehhoohohooo
Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.
Guess who's back in this b**** again
With a fresh set of b**** bouncin' off your chin
I'm 2 Dope
Switch my s*** up, no
For these hands to grope hoes, and b****** hoe
Now everybody thinks their s**** the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked s*** is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh
Ain't no f*****' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass
Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face
f*** off, this shot, spin my nuts
Ya'll be suckin more d*** than s****
I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness
Now f*** the f*** off, who finna b**p this?
Chorus: (x2)
This s*** ain't for p**** heads (So f*** off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*** the f*** Off)
b***** creatures carve your head out (So f*** off)
This the s*** that brings the dead out (f*** the f*** Off)
I don't need a f***** band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks
The stage, the mic, and a Juggalo army
Hoes climb up and try to grind on me
Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage
Gets punched in the a** and kicked in the face
f*** your dresscode, I swing my b****
f*** your restrooms, I'm p***** on walls
Securities look like weak a** wrestlers
Pettin' kids down like child molesters
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm s***gs the Clown
We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around
You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks
In the little yellow bus, packed full of r*****s
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are
Chorus: (x2)
This s*** ain't for p**** heads (So f*** off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*** the f*** Off)
b***** creatures carve your head out (So f*** off)
This the s*** that brings the dead out (f*** the f*** Off)
CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)
Diss my s*** and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first b**** I smacked
The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move
Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
On who?
Us?
Me?
s***, please
Lick these
You're a s***gamaniac, you can't ignore me
And tell your mom to f***** f*** off for me
f*** these hoes, they tryina take riches
I'm the Southwest Strangla, windpipe tangala
I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof
Skeet on your face is the only proof
f*** Off! That is what I tell the Earth
I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the f*** you think you're f***** with?
YOU CAN f*** THE f*****' f*** OFF, b****!
Chorus: (x4)
This s*** ain't for p**** heads (So f*** off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*** the f*** Off)
b***** creatures carve your head out (So f*** off)
This the s*** that brings the dead out (f*** the f*** Off)
Hehehehehehhoohohooo