| Lyrics: | [Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like
Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't
die!
we don't die
we dead
[Violent J:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you
know shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6
will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out
(PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger
out" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side
(what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find
(My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i
still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get
slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!
[Violent J:]
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy
(mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put
a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony...
"Braxton"
Maybe i would rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont
have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my
shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom
was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a |
