Twiztid: Leff field

Smoke a square and then prepare yourself Monoxide, monox-boogie, mo diddy mo somthin. Smoke somthin smoke a square bitch. Me and Violent J I'm the wickedest of wicked and by far I'm destined for greatness killin off you people who hate this Now you can wait to sing the top notch mag or book and we stil gon give you fags a look Bitch boy I'm gay bashin, consume my gun I never hated fags till I got sued by one My mental picture is paintin me something ugly and I still don't understand how my hands got all bloody It's the Juggla. A Juggalo role model I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle And then you meet me and expect a nice guy you're lucky I aint stuck a screwdriver in your eye yet Houndogs, when I sign an autograph I see you chopped up in my tub soakin in a blood bath with demons pissin on ya like "rock the dead!" oh shit thoughts in my head I'm getting blew the fuck out, with my homie Violent J and we don't give a fuck bout nothing you bitches say We speak the word of the unheard and mystified and when you see us huggin momma give her a kiss goodbye It's a long dark ride where you goin and ain't no huggin back I'm the reaper in this bitch and ain't no comin back My tounge in fact can seal the casket and spit some shit so off the R.I.P. it's a classic Shut the fuck up when we speakin, biatch I guess your momma never taught you shit We stab individuals in they fatal spot You got 9 lives well I got 10 shots I remember when we first got started clown paint and Faygo, you though we was retarded finally got you in the front row, wild now I go and do it again with Zug Izland Im'a axe toter, Uz'a deepthroater wouldn't know a juggalo if I showed ya Shadow this, my reflection still cast a demon with green ounce behind stained glass I see spirits and I talk to people that ain't there they seem to vanish in thin air Why don't ya, get ghost homie, raise up while me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what!) Real ass juggalos is I care about fuck everybody else and I don't wanna hear about and I don't give a fuck if you know someone that's down I'll grab you by your neck and fling your fuckin head around I sign nothing, fuck takin a picture, fuck shakin you hand I'll pull you at me and hit ya then I kick your fuckin guts in until your ribs break There's you're mother fuckin handshake bitch