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"Piggy Pie (Old School)"

"Piggy Pie (Old School)"


Once upon a time there were three little pigs
who went out into the big world
to build their homes and seek their fortunes.

The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
The sheriff at the border , he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his Adam's apple out!
Walked in the village and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo so it only made me laugh (ha ha!)
Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
And swung with all my might- made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The Carnival's in town- come and get your piggy snacks

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a motherfuckin' dick
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny looking car with the little blinking lights
I drive a Volkswagen bug 17 deep
Packed full of Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out- we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now they in pursuit like Starski and Hutch
But there's only two of them-the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkin' Donuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with their bullet-proof vests
We lead them in a chase, they busting off rounds
But now they all fucked 'cause we at the Carney grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need...

[2x]
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The Carnival's in town- come and get your piggy snacks

The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it- the guard he told me wait
I snapped his fuckin' neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely die!
I'mma lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they fighting for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richey is the devil- he never will admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and slapped it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffocate
'Cause I need...

[4x]
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The Carnival's in town- come and get your piggy snacks
 
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"Pineapple Pizza"

"Pineapple Pizza"


I met a girl named Cindy she was fine
She Likely to get drunk on red wine
She had cinnamon flavored lipstick
When she blew me it burnt my dip stick
But she was funny and she was nice
And the first day I fucked her twice
She took me home and locked the door
Played those shit from LD shore
Pineapple pizza and figa red pops
She checked the shades and checked the deadlocks
We knocked down the door all night
We laid low and killed the light
They kept knocking and finally split
She woke up with her own sex kit
Freaky toys but I was straight
Because I can make my own dick vibrate
[Chorus:]
You should know this know this
That a hoe is always a hoe
And now you know this and now it burns
And now you know this
But maybe this isn't the end of the show
We coming back for more
Cause I'm a gigolo
Look here J I'm talking to you
I know this bitch named cindy too
My bitch works at the party store
I know right out the back that she was a naughty whore
I hit it quickly just like you
I fucked so hard my dick was blue
We also got so drunk I whined
Let's just hope your bitch ain't mine
My bitch too had cinnamon lips
Plus she is a little bit fat in the hips
Pineapple pizza my bitch loves it
And I'm sure that you fucked it
I was not going to go the other night
Somebody is and I cut the light
I can't believe it I been deceived
I even paid for that bitch's weave
[Chorus]
How the fuck was I supposed to know
I don't blame you I blamed the hoe
She got me too I can't believe she cheated
I don't even like pineapple pizza
I can be sure she's a one hit wonder
Fuck that spell she had us under
She said she loved me and I believed her
Fuck that shit I want my weave back
And all those fucking sex toys are for what
I don't want none of them near my butt
She said what let's grab some gas
Burn a house down in a flash
Dial stars and dial support
It's my pleasure to light the porch
We set it ablaze and drove off laughing
Play some juggalos see what happens
[Chorus x2]
 
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"Play My Song"

"Play My Song"


We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase
Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face
With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
You see your own head roll off the table and fall
See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck
And one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck
[chorus]
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack
With a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin
The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings
It's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
And splatter every crack till your whole head flat
Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab
Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs
[chorus]
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
(murder... death... war...)
Everyone of us gotta have murder and death
To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
Whether it's tasteful of disgraceful
Shit, as long as everybody get's a face full
Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killin
But everybody needs they murderous thrillins
Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree
Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be
[chorus]
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
 
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"Play With Me"

"Play With Me"


[Children laughing, Toy cranks up]

Hey [x54]

[1st Verse - Violent J]
Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box
You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops
Just like your Atomic Supersonic Retro Plasma Car
We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of shit we are
I will be your fantasy imaginary special friend
I can fill you, I relate, with you no need to talk to them
But instead you toss me in the box, leave me to rot away
Hoping you'll pick me again someday...hey, hey

[Chorus - Violent J]
Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side (take me to the
other side)
Lost under Ann Raggedy it's lonely when your locked in side (It can be so
lonely) [x2]

[2nd Verse- Violent J]
I will sit and listen to your bibble babble jibber talk
But when you go in tonight you'll leave me out here on the walk
You'll ignore your little friend or trade me for something instead
Please come get your doggie, don't let him chew off my fucking head
All your mom and daddy do is work and fight, that's all they do!
I can understand the way you feel because I feel it to
But you'll leave me in the box and I can barley hear you play
Lost among the toys of yesterday, hey(hey)hey(hey)hey

[Chorus]

[Shaggy2Dope]
Boys and girls, fuck that old crusty shit
Come down and get your brand new, ha, shiny
slimy, atomic shithead

(Super, duper!)
(Right)
(S-s-s-s-sonic, sonic)
(Right)

[3rd Verse - Violent J]
I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiny crack
You become much older now and I don't see you turning back
Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true
That one day I'll get you in my hands...AND I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!!

[Chorus]
 
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"Please Don't Hate Me"

"Please Don't Hate Me"


I gotta tell him, I gotta be a man and handle my business
I know he's gonna hate me, I gotta call'em
what up dawg, what you been up to
Oh yeah, well that's cool, check it out
me and you, we been down for a while right
we been here and there, we been pretty tight
somethin happened last night that you might get upset about
but hear me out, I didn't mean nothing buy it, I'm gonna make this quick
I gave your momma this dick
I dunno how it happened
I just know my nuts and her itch was slappin
I was over there mowin' the grass
and I could feel her eyes all up on my ass
and then I went inside to make a phone call
and there she was with a tittie hanging out her bra
one thing just led to another
next thing you know I'm butt-fucking your mother
Please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo
Don't hang up, I still got more
your momma gives head like a heroin whore
I wasn't thinking about you as my bud
when she spread my but cheeks and went for the milkdud
we broke out with your grandpa's gin
and got drunk, I fucked her with a bowling pin
she's freaky, her nipples look like peanuts
your mommas one of my favorite sluts
she likes licking from the back of my balls
to the tip of my dick with one big lick
she calls me her big teddy bear
I chase her around in my underwear
I admit I like spanking her but
I used your sock though to catch my nut
don't worry, I put it back, I knew I better
that's probably why your toes been sticking together
Please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo
maybe they call you a termihater
if this was a swamp you'd be a allihater
you could use a cold glass of hatred
sure come on up, take the elehater
your moms ass looks like oatmeal yo
its bumpy and grainy, I like the feel though
and I ain't trying to diss her either
I'm only sayin' that I wish you would trim her beaver some
every hair is like a foot long
bitch looks like a werewolf wearing a thong sometimes
its allright with me though
I don't mind as long as I can locate the b-hole
and your dad so dumb he's knowing nothing
here I am stuffing her muffin
not to mention the pickle buffing
and I hope me and you are still cool
I'm spending the night so she can drive me to school tomorrow
and we plan on fucking again, allright, I'll talk to you later
Peace EMINEM
(Jesus someone got fucked up nigga)
Please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo Please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fucking your mom loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo
 
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"Posse On Vernor"

"Posse On Vernor"


Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, Up!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)
Everybody's looking if you jealous turn around
Fucking with them leathers got us hopping off the ground [Honk]
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The alpines bumping but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rolling Twiztid's gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation coming back from Cedar's Point
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Looking for the waving for some action
The wagons kinda crowded though
The whole car was leanin' back
Jamie trying to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't looking, we hit a crack head
Flipping off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret
Insane Clown Posse ripping up shit
Woop! Woop!
Psychopathic Sodiers Roll
My Posse's on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)
Down riverside that's how we ryde
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Running down bass and seven more scored
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
Jump Steady's dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy's on the left side coughing helly grief
Leaving haters bleeding crawling picking up they teeth
Tom Dub is the skinny guy
People think he's funny
But he didn't even know tonight he coming back bloody
Cruising Del Ray boy these streets is cold
Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled
Ripping Michigan, we saw nothing but thugs
Me mugging hoes shopping
Distributing drugs
Hitting 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk*
Squeaking and we ..
But the wagon don't stop
Michigan ..
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a verner
It's time to get wrecked
Junkie on the corner, needle bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yelling, "What's my Name!?"
.. Toxic Sludge Warrior
My Posse's on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)
.. back down to Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)
Now cruising down Verner
My wheels spin slow
Running with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was looking for a ride
We tried to pick em up
But we had no room inside
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hoods
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
Our crew is getting bigger, and there's way to many freeks
The muffler's dragging and the tailpipes weak
Now these hoes are getting hungry
Monoxide's treating
We stopped at .. for some Mexican eating
The restaurant was closed, this ho was like "Damn it."
She said "Go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Seven."
Now I finally see the place, it's a little run down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
After midnight though the place is bad news
Alex dropped a $20 and didn't even miss it
This hoe from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's tripping and jumping on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl
If ya don't have game, then .. leave our world
Ain't nothing to discuss, the bitch slept with us
She fucked everybody now I heard she lives with Russ
Now I'm running with a hatchet, and you walking with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is giving you the blues
Hate us all you want, cuz we don't get upset
We the Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)
Psychopathic holding it down for Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Whut!)
Dumping dead bodies behind the Del Ray Cafe
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)
Fucking bitches on the grass on in Paton
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way down
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalks
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
.. Turn you right back right around
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)
.. cars
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Inner City Posse's still alive, bitch!
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Southwest!)
 
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"Prom Queen"

"Prom Queen"


Won't you be my prom queen? (another morning)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Another morning, I must get up and go to school
I'm taking too long gettin dressed, tryin to look my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high school prom is coming and I heave my daddy's warnings
I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom
I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest, and mother knows best
I got to school, I straggle through the hallways
I stop and gaze at all the girls just like always
But this time, I must now approach them (or)
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow)
And so I chose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so lovely, my heart pulse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Hello, Christine, would you be my prom queen?
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die... (repeat over)
(would you be my prom queen? no! aaah! prom queen)
There was a time when I could except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents will be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome
Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Will they miss her when she's dead or will they just pretend
Nobody talks to me, I only talk to I
And I been telling myself all day, she's gotta die

"Good morning, everybody. This is Principal Rogers, and I would just
like to congradulate our Senior class and wish them at tonight's
Prom dance."

Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

It was really fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shoulders
My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar
But she's dead, I guess I'll never have to tell her
I took the bottles of Tamiace, four dollars worth
I took the seventeen dollars that was in her purse
I bought balloons and streaming and stuff to munch
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo Punch
I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin tall
I would have took her to the school like a normal man
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I bet she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'd probably come and hug his son
I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat
The more I think about it tears are rolling down my cheek
I hope I showed Christine a night like no other
After all, that's how my daddy did my mother

"Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends, celebrate
all their great work. Prom night is your very own special night,
and everybody always remember their high school prom."

Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
 
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"Psychopathic"

"Psychopathic"


The ghettos of America are breeding grounds
For the criminal minded
As for years they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so long
So pops, this time its your son gets shot
Deal with your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating sluts
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
'Less I'm in the sac
Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Psychopathic

Thought you know bitch
The ICP is made up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's business

So I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz
Southwest Detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand
Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
Cuz they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

[theme from "Halloween"]

Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
Cuz you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick off the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Psychopathic
 
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"Pumpkin Carver"
(feat. Twiztid, Kottonmouth Kings)

"Pumpkin Carver"
(feat. Twiztid, Kottonmouth Kings)



Hey, money got a big ass head
Folded like a, like a stop sign
Fuck dog, ey, we gotta go get that motherfuckin' ball of brains
You know what I'm sayin', fuck that, yeah

What, you wanna make a song about death
Squeezing on a neck until it's all outta breath
You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest
Well fuck that, from now on I'm an artist
I carve pumpkins, chop, chewy
Slice, swing twice, stab, screwy, ooh-ee
Chewy, dooey, gooey, slop
It all starts with a quick chop, drop
Pumpkin rolls on the floor
Almost out the front door, oh, we can't have that
Cut along the hairline, bowl cut
Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up
Boing, brains, snippity snip all the veins
Snip, cut, what, what the matter, you don't wanna do it
Well fuck it then, screw it, you'll never be a pumpkin carver

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

What, you don't like this rhyme
I can't be on point all the time
Fuck, it's Halloween, I gotta make a living somehow
I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor, alright motherfucker
Now, first, hollow the container
Strike that bitch with a hanger
Whatever just get something, just get the motherfucker all hollowed out
Like you could fill it up with lemonade and pour it out the mouth if you wanted to
Never leave the eyes intact
They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit, wack
Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy
Cause they taste like candy
Psych, I'm only playing, okay now, get the scalpel
Slowly cut around the mouth, be careful
What the fuck! We needed the lip!
Here, let me give you a little tip, slow the fuck down!

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Take a closer look you scary motherfuckers
Don't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother
Neck nuggets what we bring, terror start to fling
Twiztid, ICP and the Kottonmouth Kings
Pumpkins are for bitches, I like my shit instead
Cause every devil's night we carving somebody else's head
When my meatcleaver chops, heads fall to the floor
Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store

Yeah, yeah alright, you done flexed some skills on the mic
This is my motherfuckin' little song here, right
Right, let's get back to the subject
Now hold steady, steady, steady, ready
Insert the blade along the outer eyelid
Very, slowly, I don't wanna look! Ah, you did
Okay, gently count twenty-five specmetre outer diameters, huh? A square!
I know it's hard, you'd probably rather just stab and chop
But you'll end up with a pile of slop
I've done it before, and them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds
Those are fragments of skull, oh, crunchy
Hey, never mind that, get back to work
Eating on the fuckin' job, you'll never be an expert
What you wanna be, a mailman, a plumber or a barber, no
Or do you wanna be like your uncle Violent J, a pumpkin carver

Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Make these motherfuckers sing fool
Kick 'em to the spleen, happy Halloween
I be burnin' Cali, southern voters always bring
Pletto from the ghetto dumping bodies in the meadow
When it comes to carvin', bitch, I'm sharper than Gepetto
I'm lovin' that stiletto, ask your trick or fuckin' treaters
More than thirty, why I beat and greet the homies with the Chiba
Ariba, I was born in this October
Now come press rewind, motherfuckin' flow's over, over, over
 
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"Questions"

"Questions"


Why, every time I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
why, every time I head-but a brick wall I always crack my skull, why
why, every time I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why
why, every time I drive down the wrong side of the street, everybody wanna beep, why
why, every time I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why
why, every time I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why
why, every time I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why
why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, why
[Chorus 2x]
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
Why, every time I swallow a fat head nail, my neck feels stale, why
Why, every time I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why
Why, every time I choke a friends neck, he don't come back, why
Why, every time I stab my eyes with an ice pick, I cant see shit, why
Why, every time I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why
Why, every time I wake the dead up, the try to eat my head up, why
Why, every time I see my reflection, I see no direction, why
Why, every time I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why
[Chorus 2x]
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
Why, every time I raise my arms in celebration, playahation, why
Why, just cause I'm dead decayed and past, you give me no ass, why
Why, every time I chew on thumb tacks, I get blood on my snacks, why
Why, every time I kick faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why
Why, every time an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why
Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, why
[Chorus (until song ends)]
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
 
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