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Insane Clown Posse - 85 Bucks An Hour (w/Twiztid) - lyrics

85 BUCKS AN HOUR W/ TWIZTID
Chillen at the studio Chillen at the studio 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head But that's my homeis to you I'm Violent J ***** I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a *****" I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically, for Island I can only rap But ***** that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit What the ***** was that? ***** it, leave it in, the shit is phat You heard thid beat 80 times and it's still freakin And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got phat knots And your still flyering parkin lots You might say my vocals are up to loud So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get off are penises Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook Instead I'll just ***** with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the canery Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, garage we got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh, Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the Motel Halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green ***** I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender and in the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you ***** get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical town dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes to long and I need a *****en cigarette I can't hear my right ears mad whack So shut the ***** up and listen or get and ass kicked I slap hoes, and call them *****es to there faces And scream out ***** OFF *****, Twiztid in their place So back off recognize and check this Simply my dear I don't give a ***** Psychopathic Yo there's more chiles in this peace what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's? I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what? Who's this? Were light son, I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw We commin home My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill I done it all five, ***** it I do it still Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wigglin my pelvis I skipped that step Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha *****en bungy jump WHAT? I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Bell Isle I picked up dear shit And now I spit raps I snap your neck Cuz my freestyles are fresh

Insane Clown Posse - Ain't Yo Bidness/Soopa Villains - lyrics

Ain’t Yo Bidness
INTRO: Rude Boy sittin’ pancaked on 23's/Clown Love to Chicago Juggalos/We under ground like Blaze/My Dead Homie/And yours/We dead/We dead, no wait a minute...we don’t die!/We don’t die!/We dead.
VIOLENT J: Maybe I like bloody, murder music, you know shit like “Stab Your in’ Eye”. Maybe I like eatin’ shit like Tylenol PM’s cause 5 or 6 will get you high. Maybe I like punchin’ people I don’t even know, I knock ‘em flat up in’ out (PAH). Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads “I had to let some anger out” (Sorry). Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep ‘em by my side (what up?) Maybe mama doesn’t understand a friend is hard to come by, so I’ll keep what I can find (My boys). Maybe I got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck, and I always paint my face, can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste.
SHAGGS 2 DOPE, VIOLENT J, AND A GANG OF JUGGALOS (CHORUS): AIN’T YU BIDNESS/How I act!/AIN’T YO BIDNESS/Don’t get slapped!/AIN’T YO CONCERN/WHAT WE DO!/LESS YOU WANT YO/Face slapped too!
VIOLENT J: Maybe I don’t even like you, but I gotta front cause you’re a record label guy (mother er!) What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! *****!) Maybe I would rather a Missy Elliot before a Tony...”Braxton”. Maybe I would rather a Macy Grey before a Janet...”Jackson”. Maybe I don’t have no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody else. Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts “Oh” (it’s ok). Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick. Maybe I’m lying, I’m just tryna find an excuse to be a dick, I’m a dick-dick. Maybe I’m upset that you left me, I’ll hang myself right above your bed “You should try suicide”, from the ceiling fan, so I’ll be swingin’ when you walk, I might kick you in the head (Stook!). Maybe I got 7 therapists, I been committed, but my manager he got me free (Double A y’all). 18 pills a day, I get so dizzy and high, sometimes I can’t even see, (I gotta sit down).
SHAGGS 2 DOPE, VIOLENT J, AND A GANG OF JUGGALOS (CHORUS): AIN’T YU BIDNESS/How I act!/AIN’T YO BIDNESS/Don’t get slapped!/AIN’T YO CONCERN/WHAT WE DO!/LESS YOU WANT YO/Face slapped too!
SOOPA VILLAINS
SYN (INTRO): Esham the Boogie Man, running with a in’ hatchet. Violent J the Juggla, and Shaggy 2 Dope the SouthWest Strangler, allegedly. Collectively known as...
THE RING LEADER: The Soopa Villains!!!
ESHAM: Super flex, jet super sex, the Boogie Man busting the bazooka necks, get wet the Soopa Villains clock super checks, the Juggalo in me will break the bank and your necks.
VIOLENT J: It’s the Juggala juggalin’, Juggalo thuggalin’ Thuggalo, scrub ninja, mutha facko. My axe I keep with me, creep with, sever skulls and creep with.
ESHAM: The Southwest Strangler Super Plex, some ***** through the limo window, super stretch. Now I wonder should I shoot ya next, with the super soaker, get ya soaking wet.
VIOLENT J: Juggaloly, I’ma Soopa Villain, I’m swinging my swords and I’m all up on the ceiling. I’ma ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu, stab you, grab have at you.
ESHAM: Soopa Villains, making a super hero killing, ya feelings. Ready and willing any day I could blow, insane monkey like Mojo Joe Joe.
VIOLENT J: Citizens don’t talk to the FBI, cause that killa with a shank to ya neck be I. I’m quick to grab the diamonds, bag it, I love Batman, but Robin’s a faggot. (Faggot)

Insane Clown Posse - 3 Rings - lyrics

3 Rings

"Is this on?"

"Gather round my wealthy friends
And endure the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares can produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once
And come and enduldge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of
Another's misfortune
Yes ladies and gentlemen
Enter our three ring show of freaks"

[Violent J]
Ring one a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all *****es
Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of richboys, *****boys
Scary, bula!
And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright
No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing

[Chorus (2x)]
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced *****, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just cause I'm running with the sideshow
Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head
Oh shit, I knew I had to ***** up my circuits
Cuz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, mother*****er, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the...

[Chorus (2x)]

"I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so *****ing funny about it
These *****ing people are real!"

[Violent J]
Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get *****ed up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut
Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm *****ed
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh
***** that, *****, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow
You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots cuz I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, *****
I chill with the three rings

[Chorus(2x)]

"Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You *****ing heartless bastards
You saw what you wanted
So grab your *****ing kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the ***** out of our circus tent
You cold-hearted sons of *****es
You think they look *****ed up
Just wait till I kick your
*****ing lips in a couple times
You'll be sittin up here like a *****
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy
After I done put knots
All over your *****in forehead
Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You *****ing little *****
Come here, I'll shove that
*****ing corn dog up your ass
Get the ***** out of here
Show's *****ing over
Get the ***** out of here
You *****ing heartless bastards

Insane Clown Posse - 85 Bucks An Hour - lyrics

Chillin at the studio
Chillin at the studio 85 bucks an hour, so hurry up and loop a beat mike, come
On!
Im violent j but my homies call me shit-head, but thats my homies to you im
Violent j *****, I put my boys on a track enen though they suck
Yo dog Im dave, and I dont give a *****
I did a record deal, signed a contract, technically for island I can only rap
But ***** that wit twiztid ima still spit, even though I got a cold and I sound
Like shit
What the ***** was that, ***** it, leave it in that shit is phat, ya heard this
Beat 80 times ima still freak it and if ya notice my shit dont even rhyme!
Look at that, I aint even got a rap and its still phat, my shit went gold i
Got fat nutz and ur still flyerin parking lots, ya might say, my vocals are up
Too loud, so ima turn em up louder to piss you off! psychopathic records are
Genuisses, get off our penises, here comes the chorus but I got no hook,
Instead Ill just ***** wit the phone book
(ring)
Hello?
Hello hairy sacks please?
Hello?
Hairy hey this is slim anus down at the cannery uh, dick shooter left a
Boulintin, something about uh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the uh
Garage, we got a casement of fudge we need as many packers as we can get uh uh
Sacks.
Hello?
My name is jamie madrox and I got fat balls, Im always urinatin in the motel
Halls, I got a big head the never fits a hat, so you aint see me wearin a damn
Thing green ***** Im far from rich I got a hooptie, with a smash in the fender
And in the back tube, I got a broken tail light and Ill smash you ***** get
Outta my way we got clown love phat props to the lyrical tom dub
Its the m-o, n-o and I cant even spell the rest, it takes too long and I need
A *****ing cigarette, I cant hear my right ears mad wack so shut the ***** and
Listen or get an ass kickin, I slap hoes and call em *****es to their face,
And scream to ***** off *****! twiztid in the place so back up recognize and
Check nuts, cuz simply my dear I dont give a *****!!
(ring)
Psychopathic...
Yo this mo styles in the peace wussup son?
Hello?
Hey wussup son Im looking for this deal ya know what Im sayin I got raps ta
Bust for yall, yall ready for mo styles im Im bout kick this flow you rady
For this shit or what?
Whos this?
Im mo styles straight from the hood I got all my peoples on 1800 and crenshaw
We coming hard
(bring it bring it bring it bring it!)
My names 2 dope and sometimes shaggy, sometimes shaggs and sometimes gweedy i
Gets mad stupid I gets mad ill and I done it all fine ***** I do the spill
Strech my nuts back like a slingshot and plant em in ur mouth stretch my hip
Like elvis wigglin my pelvis, last kid that stepped I applied the kama punched
Stretched it back like a mutha *****in bungy jumper wait!!
Im violent j back to make ya smile more, I let my nut sack drag on the tile
Floor, I kick free-styles for miles my gold comes in piles, I worked on bell
Isle, I picked up deer shit, and I now I spit raps, I snap ya neck, cuz my
Freestyles are fresh...

Insane Clown Posse - Ain't Yo Bidness - lyrics

[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead
[Violent J:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your *****in eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up *****in out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!
[Violent J:]
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother *****er)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! *****!)
Maybe i would rather ***** a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i would rather ***** a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Double A yall)
is Pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!

Insane Clown Posse - 24 - lyrics

(Violent J) ALL NIGHT, find me robbin your jewels, settin fires, damaging and breakin into schools IN THE DARKNESS, it's much easier to be heartless, breakin the window out the Lincoln, and screwdriver start this muggin people droppin on 'em from street lights, stab 'em with garden tools, or beat 'em with pipes so dont come out, stay inside cozy and tucked and if im breakin in, ya old lady's gettin... *****ed
(Saggy) ALL DAY, car jacks get out the van, as soon a they step out, i pop 'em anyway "BLAMMM!" i rob liquor stores with a lil' 22 hold, i know its nothing but it's something when its bustin' at your nose SUNNY DAYS, i hit up the brach with cleats on, and stomp *****es in they ass tryna tan in they thongs ALL DAT, see me *****in' hookers at truck stops, and then i kill 'em 'cause that's where my buck stops
(Violent J) ALL NIGHT, im wicked and i got the power, bloodsheds on the wall during the witching hour IN THE DARKNESS, see me ride by in an Impala draggin' some ***** ass by his foot and hear him hala IN THE NIGHT TIME, i take what's rightfully mine, i run through emergency rooms and sever life lines ***** the lime light, i'm the one i need to impress, with a dubble dip, swinging ax chop to your chest!
(Shaggy) ALL DAY, i'm sellin' coke laced joints to little kids, im a clown in a milk truck handlin' biz IN THE SUNSHINE, i been known to take shots at the po, i'm in the bushes with the camouflage on and rifle scope ALL DAY, i'm wicked, i keep it horrorfying, ax murderer some kid and his dad kite flying i knock the *****in' mail man out on the grass and burned holes in his face with the magnifying glass
(Violent J) ALL NIGHT, i fly like a vamipire bat, and murder people telling stoyies where there the camp fires at BLAME IT ON THE MOONLIGHT OR BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE, i shot the mother*****in' sheriff and his deputy rookie WHEN IT'S DARK OUT, i hit the streets in the shadows and grab yos, and BOOGIE THE WOOGIE and stab hoes dont even give me a pound when you see this clown, you gettin' cut the ***** up and chopped the ***** down!
(Shaggy) ALL DAY, catch me picnicing with *****es in the park, right before i icepick 'em in the heart 24/7, if it aint us it's somebody gettin' bloody, wicked clowns aint the only ones nutty buddy CATCH ME, TOUNGE KISSIN' a severed head, catch me burying another ***** dead behind a shed it doesnt matter, night or day, all around the clock, Violent J and Shaggy Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop! YA GONNA DIE

Insane Clown Posse - $50 Bucks - lyrics

Yeah, hehehe
Hahaha
Hey yo j
Whats up player?
You know they dont like juggalos over there
Right
$50 bucks says you dont get nothin
Man, let me tell you somethin
Check this out (what up? )
It might sound shady
But I ***** a rich hoe named grady
They call her that cause her hair is blue
Shes one of them rebellious rock chicks too
Anyway she has a big hoop in her neden
Rings, chains, needles, pins, and things
Tatoos it might sound fierce
But I swear to God the ***** gots her butthole pierced
She told me she liked it rough
Im like straight
First thing she did was punch me in the face
Im about to plant one to her jaw
Before I could she was tonging my balls
Oooooh whadablah I dropped my weapon
Looked down and my nuts was kicksteppin
We was butt ***** all over the floor
It felt weird though cause we was at the faygo store
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Hey yo shaggy
What up playa?
You know they dont like juggalos over there
Right
$50 bucks says you dont get nothing
Man, let me tell you somethin
Ive done ***** *****es both sides of the border
Nuthin like greta the millionaires daughter
Something like 950 sumthin pounds
58 tall and she love clowns
***** had titties like water balloons
My boys used to swing off em like baboons
Shed buy us chocolates, swiss cheese pie
And take it, and bake it completely *****
An ocean of loopness it aint like nuthin
Just jump anywhere in the mess and start humpin
Dont really matter where I stick my dick
I just reach, and grab, and stab, and jab
But that aint the reason that I love this hoe
She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole
Shed blow into it and make a wish
And my nuts would expand like puffer fish
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
But when shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
But when shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown (naww)
I might come from the dark side of town (yeah)
But when shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in
Momma dont like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When shes gone and youre alone again
$50 bucks says youll let me in

Insane Clown Posse - 12 - lyrics

Awake..... awaake.....awaaaake.... aaah...revenge is mine. twelve people will
Die tonight....
(guilty....guilty....guilty...guilty...)
Now Ive woken, been reborn
Though I have just until dawn
I remember every face
Spirits show me every place
First one sleeps inside his bed
Place my fingers on his head
To each temple, push and smother
Till my fingers tough each other
Next one makes love to his wife
Only wish to take his life
For his familys done no wrong
Place his children on the lawn
Tell the mrs. leave the room
Less she wish to witness doom
Grab the squirmy, filthy goat
And shove the dresser down his throat
I must quickly use my gift
Next to work the midnight shift
Drinking coffee in the back
I will listen to them chat
Hear them speaking of my death
Hear the laughter in their breath
But the laughter quickly died
When their heads collide
Youre gonna die (x16)
Now my angers growing worse
Next ones working as a nurse
Have to make a doctors call
Drag my body down the hall
Grab a scalpel and a blade
Time to play the nurses aid
Operate, then strap her down
Carve her face into a clown
Killed another, then three more
Now were down to only four
This man drives a taxi cab
Nother wicked life to grab
Screaming that he thought Id died
Lets go for a taxi ride
In the wreck of twisted steel
The steering wheel becomes his meal
This man watches his tv
Scanning channels endlessly
Stops at station 44
Its the wicked clown show
Watch me juggle, watch me dance
In 3d watch me enhance
Watch me crawl out from the screen
And squeeze your neck until youre green
Youre gonna die (x16)
(time time time time time time time time)
Even though theres just one left
I feel my bones becoming stiff
And now I wander endlessly
The spirits have abandoned me
My limbs are falling piece by piece
My ears and fingers in the street
But still you see no morning sun
And heres my victims early run
Quickly grab him from behind
Round his neck with fishing twine
Keep him still and pull the string
Watch his head go bobbling
Listen to my riddle song
Even though my crime was wrong -
Murder me just for your law
And Ill be back for all a yall
Youre gonna die (x6)
And Ill be back for all a yall
Youre gonna die (x6)
And Ill be back for all a yall
Youre gonna die (x6)
(repeated)

Insane Clown Posse - Ain’t No Future In Yo Frontin’ - lyrics

We do not have the lyrics for Ain’t No Future In Yo Frontin’ yet.

Insane Clown Posse - Ain't Nothin But A ***** Thang - lyrics

Now a days everybody wanna talk
But nuthin' comes out when they movin' they lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And mutha*****ers act like Eminem ain't gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah that's right
Compton is in the house
Come here pull down your panties you little *****
Alright hold up dawg
Go easy on me and shit
You about ripped my ***** last time
Take some of this Compton dick
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
You wanna be famous?
Uh huh
Then spread that ***** ass
It's all about Dre
Yeah, Compton
Ahh dawg you hurtin' me dawg
You the tightest Detroit rapper you little *****
You rippin' my ***** dawg
Hold on a second, wait don't bust
Wait, oh ahh dawg
Take all this compton dick
Hold on, don't bust
Do it on my lip like a milk ad
Compton's in that ass
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre ahh shit
You wanna be famous you little *****?
Don't tell Kim dawg, please
It's all about Dre
Now get the ***** out of here
Ahh shit

***** boy mutha*****a
You might have those 11 year old groupies believin' your shit
But you ain't foolin' nobody *****
You a mother *****in' *****
Yeah suck my dick
You aint never shot at us with no paint balls
Matter of fact you can come get these painted balls mutha*****a
Come get these Juggalo painted balls *****
You ain't never chased us out of no club *****
The only club you ever chased anybody out of was a gay bar *****
Straight outta Warren
***** you a joke
Suckin' so much dick your *****in lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Mean muggin' and thuggin' sittin' on Dre's lap
You pull a gat on my dawg
No bullets or nuthin'
You shakin', stumblin', nervous fumblin'
Scared to death, screamin' for help
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hoppin' out at 35 mile
Tellin' us we fake little faggot bet
I'ma gonna knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls cryin' and shit
But the Detroit thugs aint buyin' your shit
Run you ass back to Dr. Dre, and open your butt
You little goofy ass boy get *****ed

Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, ***** ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Sissy ass radio *****, *****!

Wait a minute don't run
What's up with that?
I'm just trying to give you this 300 bucks back
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up they show
You little ***** ass hoe
Look at us dawg
Who put us on the map?
3 plat 2 gold, and we still like that
We did it alone
Without a D R E
But he owns you, and *****s your butt like a *****
Husband, tell me where she at?
Everybody be *****in' that *****
You don't see that?
I know three people she *****ed on you
Up at Hot Rock's she be *****in' *****es too
You told the world you gonna kill the slut
Then you're on TV lickin' her butt
Be careful you probably gonna taste my nut
Cause even I be *****in' that ***** raw like whut

Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, ***** ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Preppy ass teeny bop *****, *****!

I remember your ass at Saint Andrew's Hall
Handin' out your flyers
Come one come all, come to my show
I looked at it, what!?
Right there, Insane Clown Posse might show up
What the ***** kinda rapper could be that lame?
The only way to draw people is use our name
I could've just've *****ed you up right there
But I let it pass, I felt bad for your ***** ass
***** when I met you, you were suckin' dick
Now your on the pop charts suckin' dick
You'll be suckin dick for eternity
Look at your mouth, it look like a *****
I know that Slim Anus got to you
Yeah, only because it was so damn true
When I think of your daughter it makes me sad
She got a whore for a momma
And a ***** ass dad!

Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, ***** ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Preppy ass teeny bop *****, *****!
Top 40 ***** rap *****, *****!
*****, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Eminem ain't nothin' but a *****, *****!
*****, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a *****, *****!
Mainstream pretty boy biatttcccchh, *****!

Sucker ass
Mother *****er
Hitler ass haircut
***** ass mother *****in' boy band ass
Top 40 Casey Casem, Carson Daly pig *****er
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