(feat. Blaze & ICP)
Yo this is serious %#@! right here
Me and my boys, we don't $#&@ around

You know what I'm sayin'?
So if you diss me
My mutha$#&@in' people, or the ^!$$%s I roll with

You know what?
Y'all done $#&@ed up
Here go the %#@!talkin'


You's a (*##$ $$# hoe
What you really know about killas for real though?

Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the dead
$#&@in' with us you lose your mutha$#&@in' head

And ya talkin' to your (*##$ $$# hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to %#@!, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me that

Cause you's a (*##$ $$# ^!$$% from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from

Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, ^!$$% $#&@ that
I'm the poster child of death

I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so $#&@ you (*##$
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' %#@!


Man I don't give a $#&@ how many records you sell
Stories you tell, ^!$$% check yourself

And $#&@ that (*##$ that you're with too
When the %#@! go down, where the $#&@ your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone else

When the %#@! went down they told you $#&@ yourself
Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the $#&@ you say something

Too many ^!$$%s wanna beat me up
Steal my %#@!, slap my (*##$
I'm like $#&@ this

Now you know what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some?

Seven video channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that $#&@ you (*##$
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' %#@!


We the things that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some %#@! right

(*##$ who you think you're $#&@in' with?
We keep this %#@! like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the back

While other (*##$es suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say $#&@ that, matter of fact
You tainted our style (*##$ boy we want our %#@! back

Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean %#@! when you get $#&@ed up
So $#&@ your set, and $#&@ your crew

And $#&@ every mutha$#&@a around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this bull%#@! commercialized mainstream rap

And I ain't havin' that $#&@ you (*##$
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' %#@!


Hoe $$# hoes, we stomp those hoes
How the $#&@ you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night breeders

No little (*##$ !@$)gots with blonde
So anytime you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your $$#, and your jaws full of dick

You can keep your mutha$#&@in' TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn down your little TV set

String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side (*##$ you're gonna pay

We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond talkin' %#@!


Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' !@#$ well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the $#&@ we please
**** who's coat you ridin' on?

You gotta lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up your $$#
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the dick in California

While you gettin' $#&@ed on the West coast
I'm at home $#&@in' Kim ****
$#&@ all you !@$)got $$# sell out hoes
And $#&@ anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit

Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly %#@!!