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