Kill him

Kill him put him to

Death Kil him

Kill him put him to

Death Guess who's back in this b***h again

With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin

I'm 2 d**e

Switch my s**t up nope

For these hands to grope h*es and b***hes h*e

Now everybody thinks their s**ts the wickedest

Them h*es spittin wicked s**t 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**kin' body bout to hang with this

Fans get punched in the head with a bass drum rhyme after rhyme headbuttin your face some

F**k off big shot spin my nuts

Ya'll be suckin more d**k than sluts

I'm crackin this

CD in half with the scrubness f**k the f**k off who finna bump this

X2

This s**t ain't for p***y heads

So f**k off

This ain't for you rookie kids

F**k the f**k Off

Carnie creatures carve your head out

So f**k off

This the s**t that brings the dead out

F**k the f**k Off

I don't need a f**kin band for my beats

Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks

The stage the mic and a

Juggalo army

H*es climb up and try to grind on me

Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage

Gets punched in the a*s and kicked in the face

F**k your dresscode

I swing my balls

F**k your restrooms

I'm pissin on walls

Securities look like weak a*s wrestlers

Pattin' kids down like child molesters

I'm sick of this bulls**t

I'm Shaggs 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 retards

And we off the charts under the radar

Deep in the dumpster where the real

Juggalos are

X2

This s**t ain't for p***y heads

So f**k off

This ain't for you rookie kids

F**k the f**k Off

Carnie creatures carve your head out

So f**k off

This the s**t that brings the dead out

F**k the f**k Off

CAN WE GET

A WITNESS

X6

Diss my s**t and get shot in the back

You ain't gonna be the first b***h

I smacked

The clown walk boogie

I mastered the move

Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove

On who Us

Me s**t please

Lick these

You're a Shaggamaniac you can't ignore me

And tell your mom to f**kin f**k off for me

F**kin these h*es they tryina take pictures of the

Southwest

Strangla windpipe tangala

I'm gone too fast with a ninja poof

Skeet on your face is the only proof

F**k 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**k you think you're f**kin with

YOU CAN FU

CK THE FUC

KIN' f**k

OFF b***h

X4

This s**t ain't for p***y heads

So f**k off

This ain't for you rookie kids

F**k the f**k Off

Bloody creatures carve your head out

So f**k off

This the s**t that brings the dead out

F**k the f**k Off

Hehehehehehhoohohooo