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“When I Get Out” "Comaley, get up. Let's go." "What?" "Well, it's your lucky day today, pal. You're free." "Uh, what do you mean?" "Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit Let's go." "What are you talking about, I don't understand?" "Yup, governor's pardoned you. Now come on, let's get the fuck out of here." "Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you serious!?" "Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every fuckin day, you fall for it. Fuckin stupid ass." Wicked clown! When I get out, I'm going home to southwest Going straight to my freaks and get undressed And I'm a hit it like an insane chicken hawk Hoochie, won't be able to walk When I get out, I'm a run around town naked Cuz my freedom feels good, I can't fake it I let my nuts flop to the hip-hop I wanna chop chop punk cop flip flop When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block And I'm a chew it on up to the last rock When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos And them wizaby shorts are history But so what, I'm a sport mine like a G Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all Wicked clowns! We gettin out When I get out, I'm going to the festivals Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicles Like we did before we got locked down I'm coming back around, the wicked clown When I get out, I'm a throw a party And guess who shows up, nobody! I just sit alone and play solitaire I don't care, at least I won't be here When I get out, I'm coming back to Del Ray So I can breathe the smog but that's okay Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit Then my cellmate Rico's funky armpits When I get out, I'm heading straight to the store For a big long cold thing of Faygo And I'm a drink it down to the very end After that, I eat the bottle that it came in Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all Wicked clowns! We gettin out "Yeah, let me call this broad up, tell her I'm getting out. This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying." "What's up, baby, man, it's me." "Wait a minute." "J?" "Who the hell is this? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!" When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head Somebody been sleeping in my bed I never thought my sweetheart would sell me out Now I gotta walk up and blow her mouth out Wicked clown Wicked wicked clown When I get out, I'm back to the good life So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son Seen daddy like to use his butt some When I get out, it's all about the underground I'll crawl back into the pipes and never be found So when you brush your teeth You might see my eyeball looking at you through the sink Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all Wicked clowns! We gettin out I'm getting out, I'm getting out! Guess who's coming to your big town Jugglin jugglers jugglin jugglers (kiss the clown)

“What Is A Juggalo” [Violent J] What is a juggalo? Let me think for a second Oh, he gets butt-naked And then he walks through the streets Winking at the freaks With a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks [Shaggy 2 Dope] What is a juggalo? He just don't care He might try to put a weave In his nut hair Cuz he could give a fuck less What a bitch thinks He tell her that her butt stinks And all that [Violent J] What is a juggalo? He drinks like a fish And then he starts huggin people Like a drunk bitch Next thing, he's pickin fights With his best friends Then he starts with the huggin again Fuck! [Shaggy 2 Dope] What is a juggalo? A fucking lunatic Somebody with a rope tied to his dick Then he jumps out a ten-story window Oh! [Chorus (2x)] What is a juggalo? A juggalo That's what it is Well, fuck, if I know What is a juggalo? I don't know But I'm down with the clown And I'm down for life, yo Southwest? (we juggalos) Down river? (we juggalos) Jefferson? (we juggalos) Fuckin everybody (we juggalos) I'm that juggalugga locoroni Get the fuck up Get the fuck the out of here [Violent J] What is a juggalo? A dead body Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like Anybody that you've ever met before He'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four [Shaggy 2 Dope] What is a jug..? What the fuck? Connect four? Man that shit is whack Don't worry about my shit Just rap motherfucker What is a juggalo? He ain't a bitchboy He'll walk through the hills And beat down a rich boy Walks right in the house When you're having supper And dip his nuts in your soup, gloop! [Violent J] What is a juggalo? Well, he ain't a phoney He'll walk up and bust a nut in your macaroni And watch you sit there And finish up the last bit Cuz your a stupid ass dump fuckin idiot [Shaggy 2 Dope] What is a juggalo? He's a graduate He graduated from....well At least, he got a job He's not a dump puts He works for himself scratching his nuts [Violent J] What is a juggalo? A Hulkamaniac He powerbombs motherfuckers into thumbtacks People like him till They find out he's unstable He Sabu'd your momma through a coffee table [Chorus (1x)] I'm that juggalugga locoroni Get the fuck up Get the fuck the out of here I'm that juggalugga locoroni I figured you wouldn't understand [Chorus (2x)] Detroit? (we juggalos) Cleveland? (we juggalos) St. Louis? (we juggalos) Everybody? (we juggalos) [3x] Fuckin everybody? (we juggalos) Everybody? (we juggalos) What is a juggalo?

“We Gives No Fucks” "I think it's the heart's desire for every person in America and Canada to succeed," Worldwide...yeah. "Success is one thing that's the motivating force behind many men" Amen. "And tonight I want to speak in a way that you'll realize that God ordained every one of his creations to be successful." Look at this, millionare, suave, definitely paid, lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top craze, bitches blowin' up phones, I walk by, never lie, I'm the type of guy with sparkles in my eye, rollin' by, BMW, never take the truck with your kid, who what where, over there, with the diamond sinclare, looky there, everywhere I stay flossin' them things, I'm like bang, bling bling bang, chingy bling blang, what the fuck bitch, hurry up and suck, move along, c'mon, until it's gone, get the fuck out the room, I'm rollin' chrome, 700 spoke, whicky whicky what, keep your hungry mouth shut, cuz I'm livin' it up! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house, we gives no fuck! Lavish cars, we gives no fuck! Baby baby, we gives no fuck! Hey, we gives no fuck! 7-digit bank, we gives no fuck! Mad paid, we gives no fuck! Whoo, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank, what you think, bitch you tickle me pink, you lookin' rank, coulda stank, still I did ya (spank spank), whore is dank, cuz I'm livin' like a video, fuckin' every shitty hoe you know, call me jigga-liggy-lo, fuck the juggalos, escort, billion dollar drop, non-stop, from my pop, never need to cop a mop, what you got, get the fuck off my block, I call the cop, with your fuckin' hippy hop, whooee whooee chop chop, tryn'a marry me, rich until they bury me, stop it cuz you're scarin' me, with all that jive, clap clap, take you back to where your whack crack neighborhood at, cuz look-ee jack, cuz where we at, we havin' none of that! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house, we gives no fuck! Lavish cars, we gives no fuck! Baby baby, we gives no fuck! Want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, we gives no fuck! 7-digit bank, we gives no fuck! Mad paid, we gives no fuck! Whoo, we gives no fuck! Pow, let me show you how, exactly where ya really now, cash cow, cheddar wow, dig it y'all, wicky wild wild, wait a minute y'all, I might've over-did it y'all, forget it, I'll admit it, can't get it, cuz I'm greedy greedy greedy, fuck the needy, fuck the treaty, line'em up and pow pow, clicka pow pow, click click, chicka pow pow, bang bang, ching ching, bang, ching-a-ling bang, pow pow, chicka bang bang, chicka chicka bang! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house, we gives no fuck! Lavish cars, we gives no fuck! Baby baby, we gives no fuck! Want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, we gives no fuck! 7-digit bank, we gives no fuck! Mad paid, we gives no fuck! Whoo, we gives no fuck! Want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Want you to hate me, want you to take me, want you to kill me!

“Toy Box” "Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" [gunshots] "We're sorry the person you are calling is dead" [Violent J] I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and calling me names And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!) When I left school, it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!) When I got home, enough of the static Hammer and tools, went up to the attic Never knew any other girls or boys Only my toys, toys, toys Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! "Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls" [Violent J] We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sitting up front got cooked Others start screaming and making a dash So I start handing out toys fast at last You like slinkies, we got slinkies Only mine like to wrap around your face And stretch, twist, kazoom And whip your body all over the fuckin room So come, one at a time Open your gift and what you will find Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers, we got soldiers Made with rubber and steel, they look real But I wouldn't just toss em under your bed That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww) And don't let em sit around all day Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway Cuz they can be nifty All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box "Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!" [Violent J] That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme You want toys, you come to the right place Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental Case Wind him up, let him go among all of ya Then BANG! serial slaughterer Your turn, reach in and get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky It make a funny sound and then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you calling me poindexter Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation Went into these little creations Reach in, you might find something wicked Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery Off with your head, a robot with a sword But now he's looking at me, but what for? "Eh, wait a minute, I made you Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker." "Oh, I love this record."

“Tilt-a-whirl” Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl All you mother fuckers are gonna die(every one) You dien every day(uggh) constantly I’d kill myself right mother fucking now And still won’t die(try em) Wicked clowns never(never) die.Why? Oh my goody, look a chicken Keep your money, here’s a ticket Hold up, keep your kids out here They too young to play in there Step right up, now strap’em in Lock it tight under his chin Clamp his arms up to his side It’s go be a helly ride Now it’s you mrs. place em night em psychopathic certified’em If you lose your nugget, yo Hatchet ain’t responsibo Look and wonder if you will Cause we about to whip and kill Think about your every sin As our tilt-ta-whirly spin Hey, Ho, Die, Die Hey, Ho, Die, Die Looky look a fancy fuck With his wallet up his butt Give the wealthy what they want Fuck the line, put him up front Welcome to our spectacol Gurney frights incetrico Hope you like it even though Have to mingle with a po Here you go sir, have a seat You’ve got to taste, this ride is neat Tell you now the ride is fast You might want me to hold your cash We gonna spin until you sole Leaves your body dead and cold Tilty-whirly spraying blood All over the neighborhood Hey, Ho, Die, Die Hey, Ho, Die, Die (solo) Welcome body, what you did Like to punch up on your own kids Ya keep you bodies up and down We gonna go another round Scuse us while we clean up here Pile your fam up over there Strap’em up and start the show This time let’s speed it up some mo Tell me any last request Before your guts rip out your chest Fuck all that, don’t give’em notin Slap his ass and press the button Fear of nothin, nother down Carnival of fuck’em round Fire up the tilt-a-whirl Then we’ll see you all in hell Hey, Ho, Die, Die Hey, Ho, Die, Die Yoh, the dark carnival will never die That’s all we do is thinking about dying We wish we die, we hope we die The only problem is, we ain’t ever, ever, ever gonna die mother fuckeeeerrrrsssss Hey, Ho, Die, Die Hay, Ho, Die, Die

“The Stalker” The stalker Yeah The stalker I'm gonna stalk this hoochie I'm gonna stalk this hoochie So I'm gripping this old peice of shit right? Here's this smoochie poo at the stop light Ahem how's about a date? Two tickets for the circus pick you up at 8 [girl] Fuck no you're a loser [Violent J] Yeah but I'll stick my boot up your ass Heh heh but I ain't nagging To the next light in my pink volkswagon Oh, excuse me, ho, but I'm Violent J act like you know [girl] Violent J the country singer? [Violent J] No, Violent J the southwest gangstero And the bitch was gone (awww) So I followed her home (huh?) Cause I got it going on (ohhhh!) And I'm in the Haugh (Yep!) Parked at a spot good enough to hawk her Things you do when you's a stalker "So, what happened?" "I really don't like to talk about it, but he ruined my life, I mean he was everywhere,everywhere I went." The stalker (chorus) I think that ditso likes me, yeah She tells you to fuck off with such class! I think that ditso likes me Yeah, go on and get that ass! Well, the stalker stalks his target Just happened to see her at the super-market Oh, hi, hey, that peanut butter sucks You wouldn't like Jiffy, it ain't go no nuts Why don't you try these? She ran away scared, and I'm staring at her butt-cheeks Cause I know she loves me, she wanna tease and tease and rub and dub me "Hello?" Hi, it's me "Hello?" You love me "Hello?" I love you "Hello?" "Hello?" Biggity bop boom! I'm back in a stone brick house Candle light dinner and some Mexican chow Yo, I know she gonna show up Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, no luck Peep through her window, jack off in her back yard Somebody pulled a joker's card And you know what joker caught you Things you do when you's the stalker "Are you okay?" "I don't know, because I know he'll be back. He always come back. I'll never be able to lead a normal again." "It's okay." The stalker [Chorus] I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (oochie coochie poochie) I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (smoochie coochie poochie) I've been hawking for about 2 weeks And I ain't even got a fucking kiss on the cheek She with some fuck face! I'm gonna put that college boy in a neck-brace! I gotta just chill She loves me lots, and that's for real That night, I snuck in her back door with a bucket of chicken and a bottle of Faygo Tip-toe, tip-toe creeping, cause I know my baby's sleeping Snuck in the bedroom, look through (aaaahhh!) She stuck me in the eye with a broom Pulled it up Popped my eye back and I can't find her Ran through the bedroom, ran through the living room, ran for the bathroom, gotta take a doo Now I stress pulling out my hair, I think I heard that bitch up-stairs Up the steps, wicked clown Then I hear a clicking sound Honey, is that you? How's about a kissy smoochie poo? Her daddy's gun to my nugget Never liked the bitch, anyway, fuck it "So what'd you do?" "I tried to run, but he was always right there, just ahead of me." "He would always catch me, and hurt me." [Chorus ×5] Nah, man She don't like me man Nah, she don't like me, man That bitch shot me in the head, man She shot me in the nugget, man Nah, she don't like me, man, she don't like me She shot me in the nugget, man How's she gonna like me, man? She shot me in the nugget, dog She don't like me, man Stop it, man, she don't like me No she don't! Look at my head, man! She shot me in the forehead, man! How's she gonna like me, man? This ho like me!

“The Show Must Go On” [Violent J] Ohhhhhhhhhh! Hey yo, check it out man ICP's back in the haugh man Violent J, man 2 Dope, man Wicked clown, man Fuck yeah, man [Violent J] Hey, quick, hurry up, bang Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso Born in a big top, magical mijisto Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie Hoochie coochie la la la la I might pull your tongue out your mouth And try to hang ya It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling Three more cards and the sky's will be falling But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky Down and out till my nuts start singing Dancing, hopping, I'm a keep bringing Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks With the swing of my magical wand The show must go on! "Well it all began when I was very young I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival Everyone was jolly and jittery I waited for their wagons until well after dusk That night, while I was sleeping I was awoken by a cold eerie wind Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy There were clowns setting up the dreary tent" [Shaggy 2 Dope] I'm 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch Everybody round make way for the clown Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down Walked into Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked Rather just chill in the yard in my casket Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch Killer clowns kicked out the circus Used to get live, let the midget lady work this I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons In my head as I sing my wicked song The show must go on! "I never been afraid of clown But these clowns were different There was nothing funny about these clowns but then They smiled, they juggled, they laughed But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong I didn't like these clowns for I could see threw them I knew what they were really like I knew that this carnival that had come to my village Was an evil, evil thing" [Chorus (1x)] Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead carnival [Violent J] You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang Serial murderer, southwest maniac Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac Straight-A school boy, school kid Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone The show must go on! "My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns Their eyes reflected stairways into hell Their faces painted with blood I ran from the carnival clowns Yet every road and every path Led me right back to the big tent I had no excuse from the strong men, The freak show, and the Ringmaster" [Chorus (2x)]

“The Juggla” [Violent J] Well you know the juggla jumped in the mixer Been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more so what's up Road by me on the corner I'm a hold my nuts up Its finna fuck you wit' dat But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat Cuz I'm Violent J ain't even one to fake it I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked I pass out when it gets dark And woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick The doctor told me I'm a psycho So I ate his face like I don't know Knife to the neck and got some more The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta But after you leave I'm a stalk ya If you're a little kid I'm a take ya And if you're neck I'm a break ya If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla "Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face And slit your motherfucking heart out You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage Keep juggling, motherfucker!" [Violent J] Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon And we coming straight to your brick house I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose And then I might mug ya Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla "Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads What you've heard about, what you've read The juggling wicked clowns will come to your Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your back off for a small fee The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody" "Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go" [Violent J] And the juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangster killas Violent J, the psychopathic Some might say I'm schitsofrantic Others think I'm quite the psychic But somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the shot Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot Why am I like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed your ass I slash and cut and hack With a "Kick Me" sign on my back In my corner is scyne therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at me Cuz like I said I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla "Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town And he's got your daughter by the hand Showing her a new land The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off Skip to the lou" Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla You can't fuck with the juggla Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go

“The Great Milenko” Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Come one, come all, and witness magic! I introduce to you an occult sorcerer Of the ancient craft of Necromancy A caster of mind-bending illusions From the nether void of the shadow walkers A soul from Shangra La, The Great Milenko Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Ladies and Gentlemen Witness the keeper of arcane, wicked voodoo magic A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival Ladies and Gentlemen The Great Milenko Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)

“Terrible” MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, DO YOU? YOU WOULDN'T KNOW SHIT IF IT WHIP KICKED YOU IN YOUR UGLY BITCH-ASS FACE. YOU AIN'T EVEN BEGUN TO EXPERIENCE DRAMA, MOTHERFUCKER. YOUR MAMMA, YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BIG FAT CHICKEN FACE ASS MAMMA, DONT EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS DRAMA, MOTHERFUCKER! (1st Verse- Violent J) Oh my god! look at that turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took a black thing and went thump That's TEEERRRIBlE!We heard about it for months What about that one nobody guy that they found? Dead in the grass with his, dick in his ass Plus there was more but you won't recall Because Michael Jackson squeezed up on some little kids balls What you consider...DRAMA Ain't all that, it's just that you're wack with your intergalactic satellite data compress But we can't feed the homeless Then OJ's wack story unfolded And everybody watched that while Oklahoma exploded 900 good reasons why this world really don't care THAT'S WHEN IT CALLS FOR A WHEELCHAIR! (Chorus- Violent J) What you know 'bout terrible? [YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S TERRIBLE] (x2) Yeah she's so terrible you gotta beat her you BITCH-ASS WACK MOTHERFUCKER! (2nd Verse- Shaggy2Dope) LOOOORRDY-lord have we got a protest, man Some rock-and-roll ninja bit the head off a bat Was watching his concert, and channeled to hell 'Cuz he's so fucking TEERRRIBLE Meanwhile his records sell double and triple 'Cuz of you crying about him rubbing his nipple Religious? Shit, you helped them bang Instead of helping them poor people eating out of them garbage cans When you're done with them bitch, come protest me Shit, motherfucker I could use some money The whole world was crying when Kurt's gun went BANG! When Eazy-E died though, it wasn't no thang Rapper dies of A.I.D.S. but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Everyone grab a shotgun, a hero is made Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid (Chorus) Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too YOU DRUNK MOTHERFUCKER!! [Rebel Flag] In your schools [Rebel Flag] In your parks [Rebel Flag] In your courtrooms [Rebel Flag] In your hearts [Rebel Flag] Stood for slavery [Rebel Flag] Stood for war [Rebel Flag] Stood for hatred but just go ahead and hang your flag up some more! [Don't worry about my goddamn flag boy what's terrible is you damn rappers cursin'] (3rd Verse- Shaggy2Dope) The country we live in was biult by slaves Beat down and murdered and stuffed in their graves You put a slave owner on the one dollar bill And you wanna know why I KILLLL PEOPLE! (Violent J) Bombs are blowing up, cops are corrupt And all you care about is who the president fucked? You don't know terrible...you will as soon as our wagons come over the hill!! (Chorus repeats to end)