(feat. Violent J)

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death...

Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.

Guess who's back in this (*##$ again

With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin
I'm 2 Dope
Switch my %#@! up, no

For these hands to grope hoes, and (*##$es hoe
Now everybody thinks their %#@!s the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked %#@! 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 $#&@in' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass
Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face

$#&@ off, this shot, spin my nuts
Ya'll be suckin more dick than !@#%s
I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness

Now $#&@ the $#&@ off, who finna bump this?

[Chorus: x2]

This %#@! ain't for #~!!@ heads (So $#&@ off)
This ain't for you rookie kids ($#&@ the $#&@ Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So $#&@ off)

This the %#@! that brings the dead out ($#&@ the $#&@ Off)

I don't need a $#&@in 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 $$# and kicked in the face
$#&@ your dresscode, I swing my balls

$#&@ your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls
Securities look like weak $$# wrestlers
Pettin' kids down like child molesters

I'm sick of this bull%#@!, 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 !@$!s
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are


[Chorus: x2]
This %#@! ain't for #~!!@ heads (So $#&@ off)

This ain't for you rookie kids ($#&@ the $#&@ Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So $#&@ off)
This the %#@! that brings the dead out ($#&@ the $#&@ Off)


CAN WE GET A WITNESS?![x6]


Diss my %#@! and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first (*##$ I smacked
The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move

Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
On who?
Us?

Me?
%#@!, please
Lick these

You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me
And tell your mom to $#&@in $#&@ off for me
$#&@ 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

$#&@ Off! That is what I tell the Earth
I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the $#&@ you think you're $#&@in with?

YOU CAN !#@*IN' !#@* THE !#@* OFF, !#$*!

[Chorus: x4]

This %#@! ain't for #~!!@ heads (So $#&@ off)
This ain't for you rookie kids ($#&@ the $#&@ Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So $#&@ off)
This the %#@! that brings the dead out ($#&@ the $#&@ Off)


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