Insane Clown Posse Get Off Me, Dog!

“Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man

You know what the word on the streets is, dawg

The word on the streets is that you a bitch

What’s up with that, man?”

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek

Golley guy’s rhythm, cause me on mic, my on meek

Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin

I let my nutsac flap in the wind

Cause I’m 2 Dope, clown loco G,

And it’s one chop, two boing, boom chop three

In the melon, in the back of the melon

One black, two black eyeballs swelling

Always back with sticking, taking back what’s more to lordy

Sipping on the blunt, puffing on the 40

Or the O-Z, muthafuck me

Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me

Jelly jello boy cause my nutsac jiggles

And when it’s cold out, my nutsac shrivles

And crawls at my booty all warm and snug

And gets chased out by the booty ho bug

Goddamn, I ain’t who I am

I’m always fucking big fat bitches named Pam

Nineteen years of breathing smog

Has got me mental

So get off me, dog!…

[Chorus (14x)]

Get Off Me, Dog!

Insane Clown Posse Murda Cloak

Going trick or treating in my murder cloak

Going trick or treating in my murder cloak

Halloween

[Shaggy 2 dope]

I woke up and don’t remember falling asleep

I feel the same wicked hungers calling from deep

They tell me to hunt devils in they robes and slippers

Take some bolt clippers, a black cloak, and scissors

Now I’m standing in the backyard, final regret

Steady sweating, once I do this ain’t no forgetting

Enter through the back door everybody’s asleep

I see they tidy and neat, I’m bout to bloody the sheets

Its gonna be a blood splatter expert feel day

Because I’m killing today to take this feeling away

They told me you people are here to ruin our cause

And mine’s screwing your jaws, you’re gonna have to repaint the walls

And its a hunger and I’m hungry like I’m homeless and its Thanksgiving

Thank you for the sacrafice Your life is what you’re giving

No forgiving me, you hate the homicidal insane

You hating nothing with these scissors in your brain

Now watch your eyes bleed

Its the sickness slide

Can’t stop myself

I need some help

And when nobody left I’m killing myself

Its the sickness slide

Can’t stop myself

I need some help

And when nobody left I’m killing myself

[Violent J]

Sometimes I wear my murder cloak and tune into the news

I like to watch they speculation cause they always assume

They got a shoeprint, big deal when I been burned the pair

When them fucking stupid piggies gonna learn out there?

I tied a bitch up, I had to duct tape the bitch face

I threw in the trunk, got home and found a suffercated waste

I had to cut the bitch up, just went to shut the bitch up

I never fucked that ho, they said I did, man, she was a slut

I’m sick and tired of they lies thus everybody dies

Break into some homes I take a spoon and bloody eyes

I’m nutty guys. But you can’t see the darkness I do

Maybe I’m heartless, Its true, But every part is cause you

My daddy beat me with a seven iron and then brought home a hooker

My daddy beat her with a shovel threw her in the cooker

Next day, I hate to say it but you know what happened next

He served my plate and in the meat I found a Kotex

Oh my God.

Its the sickness slide

Can’t stop myself

I need some help

And when nobody left I’m killing myself

Its the sickness slide

Can’t stop myself

I need some help

And when nobody left I’m killing myself

Halloween

A time to don a murder cloak and murder folks

Join us as we freefall backwards into the depths

[Anybody Killa]

My murder cloak drags down way past the ground

And it makes me want to take the life of anyone around

So be aware of the killer dressed in all black on Halloween

Face of revenge coming back back for past things

Fires on the 30th, Murdering the 31st

Long heavy robe that I’ve had since birth

Looking like the next generation of Darth Vadar

Hatchet in my hand so I can swing at all the haters

Fuck it. Whoever’s breathing, its time to take your last breath

Cause Hallowicked murdering massacre is all thats left

Try trick or treating on the streets in my neighborhood

We’ll pack your whole family’s stomach with goods

Putting fear in the eye of a blind man walking by

Cause he can see for the first time in his life

After thatHhalloween you better know

Murder Cloak, beware.

Life is so cold

Life is so mean

Just let me sleep until next Halloween

(Wicked Hallowicked Ya’ll)

Insane Clown Posse Mind Of Howard Stern

[Narrator]

“People often wonder how two serial killers from Detroit

They call themselves the Insane Clown Posse

Became so rich and famous”

“Now you see here Howard Stern used to work radio in Detroit

Before he became a New York City big shot

Howard and the clowns go way back”

[Violent J]

I’m Violent J and I’m certified cold

Straight millionaire 23 years old

Dropped out of school to watch Price is Right

And I strange people at night, hahahahah

Look, everybody knows I’m a killer

Twisted murderer sick drug dealer

Or whatever

I never tried to hide the fact its true

But Howard Sterns a killer too (What?!)

Listen, I’m chilling at the Neck Chop Bar, right

Where us killers hang out at night

And in walks a man I’ve never seen before

He took the table by the door and signaled for the bartender

With a cold look on his face

I walked up and said “Hey you’re in the wrong place!”

“Only murderers and killers are allowed here coward!”

He grabbed my neck and said

[Howard Stern]

“The names Howard”

Damn, it’s Howard Stern the radio star

But this is a murderers only bar, sorry

And don’t tell me you’re a serial killer too

He said “Just between me and you. I’m an axe murderer on my off days, hell”

“I only do the radio thing cause it pays well”

Wow, damn, I never would have guessed

What do you say we go choke some necks? Come on

[Narrator]

“So what most folk don’t realize is 10, 15 years ago in Detroit

This Howard character was a axe murderer, plain and simple

Mr. movie book big shot big time was a bad boy

The clowns were the only ones that ever knew this”

[Violent J]

Together, we killed about fifty

Until he got a radio job in New York City

Good luck, a hand shake on the curb

Oh, about the killer thing, moms the word

Years later, I’m trying to make it in Hip-Hop

But every damn record that I make is a flop

And here’s Howard’s face everywhere I turn

Movies,books, Stern, Stern, Stern!

Damn! He don’t even know we’s friends anymore

We used to kill people together, oh

And that’s when I called him [ring]

Suppose I go to the press with this killer thing?

[Howard Stern]

“No you wouldn’t, besides you can’t prove me”

[Violent J]

Videos, pictures, come on? Home movies

Howard I could take you down and you know this

[Howard Stern]

“What do you want from me?”

[Violent J]

Famousness

Put us on your big radio show

And play my LP and tell them you love me

We made a deal next day and he did it

Next thing you know we went gold in a minute (hahha)

And everybody loves ICP

Except the 17 million trying to kill me

It’s all good but the world may never learn

What really goes on in the mind of Howard Stern…

Insane Clown Posse Falling Apart

[Intro – Violent J:]

[Phone Voicemail:]

Steve, what’s up man, it’s me

Listen, I’m really sorry about today man

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I feel like shit

I’m telling you man, my fuckin organs hurt

I don’t know what the hell I’m going through

I’m gonna go home, lay down, and try to get some rest man

I hope I can come in tomorrow

Fuck man

[Verse 1 – Violent J:]

I have a headache, my brain feels dead

I got home and sat on my bed

Kicked my shoes off, I see my toes are cracked

I tried to wiggle em and three of em snapped right off

I stood up but now my walk is crooked

I went to piss, nothing came out, I shook it

And pulled it, it snapped right off in my hand

What the fuck is happening? I don’t understand

My hair is falling out, my body’s sore

I threw up on the bathroom floor

What the hell is that? Looks like a kidney or one of my guts

I’m staring at it when half my vision shuts off

My eye fell out and rolled in the sink

I look in the mirror, the hole is pink

I’m trying to hold myself together, impossible task

My only question, how long will I last?

[Hook – Violent J/2Dope:]

I, I, I, I, I, I’m falling apart

What’s become of me?

I’m falling apart…

[Verse 2 – Violent J:]

I was running down the stairs when my leg gave out

Snapped off at the knee, what’s this about?

My fingers are breaking off, one by one

Where’s all the blood? I don’t see none

I’m hopping on my good leg, I make it down to the kitchen

My other eye’s coming loose, fuckin my vision

I’m thinking about stabbing myself to get it done

Something’s in my mouth, I spit out my tongue

I tried to pick a knife up, my fingers are gone

I hopped outside and fell on the lawn

There goes my other leg, my left arm as well

Still throwing up guts, my personal hell

I’m laying on my back, I see the crows above me

My right arm breaks off, what’s left of me?

How did this happen? I came undone

A pile of meat, baking under the sun

[Hook – Violent J/2Dope:]

I, I, I, I, I, I’m falling apart

What’s become of me?

I’m falling apart…

Insane Clown Posse Headless Boogie

[Violent J]

It’s Friday night, dark, scary

Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery

And its foggy, cold and smoggy

Hear a dog, a howling doggy

I’m scared, should of brung the shotgun

Should of, would of, but I ain’t got one

So I watch my back, and what’s that

The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback

Better run, hide, quick, fast

He’s coming for my ass with a shovel

No where to run, nore to hide but the grave bit

So I dove in, I did the dumb shit

Took a fall, deeper than six foot

Down the stairs, hit a floor and through a door

Into a whole new world of stiffs

Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks

Club lights, sounds, bass

DJs spinnin with maggots on they face

And what I saw next then really took me

Uh, they did the headless boogie

[Chorus (2x)]

Hey yo, I heard that you died

Fuck that, it’s time to get live

Dead bodies let’s all take a ride

Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie)

“Oh yeah, we dug up the finest

Bitches in the graveyard

So come on down

And if you ain’t come to get your funk out

Then get the fuck out, bitch”

[Violent J]

They all stand straight and swing to the side

No heads, but they feet still glide

Take a step back, twist and dive

I even seen Kurt Cobain get live (blam!)

No heads, but they all funky

And drunk, drinking old Spunky

Don’t be shy, everyone’s able

Hit the floor, leave your nugget on the table

And kick-step, and when you do kicks off

If you’re dead, your legs might fall off

The whole time I can’t believe

I can’t conceive, I don’t wanna leave

I’m kicking into a freak with no head

No face, but the rest is straight

She’s with it, I hit it like a G

Her back fell off, eww, excuse me

Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein

Drinkin ‘cisco disco dead wine

Dead stiffs coming through the door

Head, speakers, and limbs on the floor

I’m getting drunk, I wanna be down, what’s up

I wanna be the headless clown

They pulled out the jigsaw and got raw

And that ended it all, I did the headless boogie

[Chorus (2x)]

“Hey yo, fuck that voodoo moshing, bitch

You come and freak it with the real dead juggalos

So come on by and we’ll cut your nugget off

So you get grave dancing!!!”

[Chorus (4x)]

Insane Clown Posse Every Halloween

I paint my face every year all day

the 31st aint nothin to me, another holiday

all of a sudden face paintin’s in style

And I’ve been doin ever since Gilligan’s Island was on

but try to live all year though

try pickin up a chick when your painted up like a wierdo

im 68 years old I still trick or treat

you think I care? shit I’m trying to find somethin to eat

and tell your old ladies to keep your pennys

if it aint above a quarter, don’t even bother

im sick of these little kids to I know you did it

put a brick in your bag and hit me in the head with it

and then they take my candy and diss

“look what I got from the fat guy painted like kiss!”

all year I’m a psycho uh huh I see

but every halloween, you wanna be me!

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

a gorila, a buffer fish and a bag lady

all made love and had a little baby

and supposedly I’m the one

but at this point thats only purely speculation

on halloween people smile at me

the rest of the year, they dial the police

they kick me off there lawn and shoot me off there cars

but on halloween there giving me candy bars

trick or treat it’s 5:30 in the morning

im still out..im standing on your lawn

and I’m lookin through your window

*tap tap* I see a gummy bear on the table, ya gonna eat that?

my paint don’t come off, and if it did

you think I’m scary now, shiiit

I look like frankenstein thats been slaped with ugly

yet children hug me on halloween

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

3 6 4 people hate my guts

on halloween though, they wanna ride my nuts

they dress up as monsters, freaks, and clowns

and pass jelly bears, goobers, and suckers around

they next day when I try to trick or treat

it’s get off the porch or i’ll call the cops you freak

I don’t understand you people but that’s ok

i’ll see you all next time you try to be Violent J

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

theyyyyyyyyy

every halloween

they want to be meee

(well I don’t care)

(well I don’t care)

(well I don’t care)

(well I don’t care)

Insane Clown Posse Freaky Creep Show

[Some voodoo-sounding talk]

We got the blood that oozes slow

The sickos and creeps, this carnival

We got the screams that shiver your spine

The hatchet that hacks the meat out the swine

We got the spiders, they’re spawning and spawning

From the head to the shoulders they crawl on the dead

We got the axe still stuck in the head

We got two dead bodies fucking them ??

We got that wicked what you needed more

At the Dark Carnival Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the

Freaky Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the (show)

Freaky Creep Show

We got that paint for the smile we wear

We caught a witch and cut off her hair

We got them gloves that choke the neck

We got them six, the Joker’s Deck

We got them drums, demonic guitar

We got yo last breath in a jar

We got the killers who stalk you down

Tape out the scene and chalk around

We got that terror you been looking for

At the Dark Carnival Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the

Freaky Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the show

Creep, Creep, Creep, Creep

[More voodoo chants]

Bang! Pow! Boom!

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado

The throat chokers, cut-throat jokers

Juggalotus and you know this

Most hated band on the planet

So fresh they can’t stand it

Dark Carnival minions

The Duke of the Wicked

And the Southwest-side Stranglord himself

Big Violent J, and Sugar Shaggy2Dope

Wicked-wicky-wocked-wicky-wicked Clowns, bitch!

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the

Freaky Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the

Freaky Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the

Freaky Creep Show

Scary, demented, and crazy, so check out our

Freaky Creep Show

Mad’ning and eerie and you’ll wanna go to the

Freaky Creep Show

Insane Clown Posse Hokus Pokus

“Serial slaughtering stranglers

Jugging Juggling juggalos

Folded, fat, floppy-tittied freaks

I C fuckin P’s in the haugh”

[Violent J]

Abracadabra boom shacka dae

I’m Violent J, and I’m back like a vertebrae

And I come with a hat full of tricks

Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks

Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you

Wicked clowns, we’d like to say what up to

The Cobra’s, X-men, and Counts, and everybody with clown luv

Even sets I’ve never heard of

Roll into town, and out with the big top

Four cards down, and two more still to drop

And when it does, I pack up and hit the road

Cuz I don’t wanna see your head explode

Toss me an axe, and I’ll toss you a dead chicken

Add a buck, you get a two-liter with em

And when the genie says on with the show

It’s hokus pokus jokers, Great Milenko.

[Chorus (1x)]

Once again, the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

Southwest slithering snakes of darkness come

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Shazam BAM, shocka locka lokey

Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis

Call me a psycho-skitso freak

And I’ll call you by your name (dick-anus)

Cuz I can give two shits and a fuck

I bounce down Verner in a popcorn clown truck

I’m a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard.

I grab your gizzard

Jump on the carpet, let’s take a spin

Everybody’s waitin for the show to begin

Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go

Try to land in a glass of Faygo

Uh, you suck, you missed the fuckin glass

Broken neck, and busted your fuckin ass

But the genie says on with the show

Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko.

[Chorus (1x)]

What awaits you after death, rub the lamp and explore

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

Enter Milenko’s Fun House, walk right through the wretched hall

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

“Fuck em all, fuck em all

Clown dawg, freak dawg

Joker dawg, Milenko dawg”

Fidgets of joker’s cards blasting in your mother’s face

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

[Violent J]

Rude Boy and Chucky down wit the clown

First time we ever went to Mexican Town

I remember, we couldn’t pay the bill, they got hot

And beat us down in the fuckin parking lot

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack

Tagged ICP by the train tracks

And it was on, the dawn of a new day

Magical carpets screaming down the freeway

[Violent J]

Walked in a gypsy’s tent with a food stamp

And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah

I met Milenko, he gave me 3 wishes

That night, I fucked 3 fat bitches

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Then get the fuck with it, forget it

I’ll rip your face off, and wipe my ass with it

When the genie says on with the show

Hokus pokus, jokers, Great Milenko

[Chorus (x)]

Climb aboard our magic train and join us inside

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

Fifty-two villians, hammered town, the show must go on

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

Giant ladies, bearded ladies, midget ladies, ladies!

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

Clouds of darkness and underneath them comes the clown

Hokus pokus, joker’s ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

“Fuck dat!”

Insane Clown Posse Sleep Walkers

Welcome everyone

Nate it’s good to see you back

People we have a new member today

I’d like you to meet him

He’s gonna stand up and tell us

What’s going on with him and

What he wants to change about himself

If you will

Ummm hello everybody

My name is Violent J

and I’m an axe murderer

(Hi Violent J)

Ok now remember we all have similar problems

And that’s why we’re all here

To help each other work them out

Well I just hope you guys don’t think I’m crazy but uh

(Tell us, tell us, tell us, tell us)

Ok I will tell you if you don’t tell no one else

Think I have a problem and I probably could use help

You know the midnight killer that’s been all over TV

I’m not totally sure but I think it could be me

Something happens to me when I’m sleeping in the night

Wake up in my backyard with a shovel and a knife

Filling up a hole again I’ve dug up 32

I know all my dreams of murder probably all are true

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I walk around my neighborhood in my slippers and my sweats

Snoring loud and mumbling steady squeezin necks

Never have to worry about traffic or the cops

All I have to do is stay away from donut shops

I remember napping time in kindegarten class

Wasn’t quite a killer yet, I’d only beat some ass

Never very popular most kids would point and stare

That’s why I bring the Nyquill and drink that shit right there

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I think, well I hope it’s like

All bigots and richies that I’m killing but

Probably an occasional innocent bystander every now and then

That’s ok we all make mistakes

But are you absoutely sure that

It’s even you doing these killings?

The more I think about it all I see that it could be

Everytime I meet a girl and bring her home with me

Wake up in the morning there’s no sign of my sweetheart

Yet I see another hole is dug up in my yard

Denny’s all night murders, and the Kinko’s killing spree

Missing Sunday paper boys I can’t believe it’s me

I’m the only one from summer camp that made it home

Could this really be what’s goin on?

Let me sleep on it

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

Ride around on possum back and eat with the racoons

Chirpin with the crickets naked underneath the moon

Every morning I wake up and check if I’ve been gone

Muddy boots, and Steak ‘n Shake food wrappers on my lawn

I cannot imagine just to think what I have done

Sat there eating chili fries and slaughtered everyone

Tried to see a hypnotist to get inside my head

But woke up and found that bitch dead because

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

Stab ’em (stab ’em)

Right

Choke ’em (choke ’em)

Kill ’em (kill ’em)

And sleep right through the night

I choke em (choke ’em)

Insane Clown Posse 17 Dead

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down

But you know you can’t paint a frown on a clown

Sewer gutter blood runs through my system

Death stopped by but I must have just missed him

Am I in a southwest street gang?

Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin’ nuts hang?

But do you care

I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn’t no where

And what about the time I got fucked

When I got shot in the throat…fuckin’ sucked

But you news wouldn’t know me

You could give a fuck less never the less unless

Something happened in your suburbs

I’m a cut your daddy’s neck, you little fuckin’ nerd

I don’t give a fuck where you’re from boy

So don’t tell me cuz I don’t give a fuck

It’s all about what’s going on in your head

Do or don’t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don’t bother you

Do or don’t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don’t bother you

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

I woke up next to a dead body

Roll it out the way and jump out of bed

Strap on my kicks and step out my room

Cuz somehow there’s another stiff in the bathroom

Dead fucks all over the grass

I’m a kick somebody in they dead ass

Quick to make a left on Jefferson

And I noticed there’s another stiff riding shotgun

Am I just seeing things? No.

Is your mother a soggy ho?

I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties

But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

But I’m straight with that

Just don’t be leaving your guts in my car n’ shit

Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight

I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day

I gotta wonder if they do

Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too

I can’t do much, but they can

But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man

I’m gonna swim in they blood shed

Justi-justify the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don’t bother you

Do or don’t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don’t bother you

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

Yeah, dead bodies man

They ain’t so bad

I mean they’re all over in the

Streets n shit ya know

But they don’t be fuckin’ with you

They just lay there dead as shit

I mean they tasted kinda straight

With a little mustard, man

Yeah, much worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire

All seventeen on fire

Lightening up the sky with the smell of death

Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath

Look at you makes me go baddy

Motherfucker don’t be nothing like your daddy

Cuz he’s nothing but a redneck hoe

Him and his kind created this ghetto

They can deal with they own creation

Move out farther, suburb vacation

But it don’t work like that

Knock at your door and it’s me running slug bat

I’m a stick it to your fuckin’ nugget

About seventeen times and you’re gonna love it motherfucker

Drive down my street

And stare at the folks who can’t make end’s meat

You don’t know now but that’s the plan

Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man

Take that to your golden bed

Cuz I’m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don’t bother you

Do or don’t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don’t bother you

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

Well, ya know Violent J’s kinda wicked

If there’s a booger in my nose I’m a pick it

And flick it in your eye like you ain’t jack

And stomp my boots on your nutsac

Well, I’m Shaggy and I’m in the house

You don’t think so, I’ll put a brick in your mouth

Can’t nobody flex on a nutty clown

I got boys down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I’m coming straight from the trailor park

That’s me out front working on the Skylark

I’m waiting on a check, I don’t cut the grass

And my woman’s got babies falling all out her ass

I’ll be running with the carnival until I’m eighty

And tonight I’m going out with the fat lady

I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty

But I ain’t saying shit about a wooden titty