| Lyrics: | [Violent J]
What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
Killed the little prick, him and
his chick
Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my
twinkie
I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on down, it's murder go
round
What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
If you're trying to creep, I'd
hate to say I never knew ya
Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
A ten-foot led pipe slapped
on my dome
I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
Excuse me, motherfucker,
was it something I said
Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
Then he grabbed my finger
and he said crime pays
Swung on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold up, dawg," UH! this
shit gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
I'm gonna swing my axe to his
jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
How ya gonna fuck with the
juggla Jay-ay-ay
There he sits so I knock on the door
Pops opened up...pops hit the
floor
Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
It's
the murder go round
[Violent J]
Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on
Military
Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
Tags up all on the
bricks
Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
We love gangbangers and we hope they love
us back
We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
I don't understand why some
people in town
We witness your water still southwest down
But this motherfucker gonna try
and clown me
But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G
Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the
dust
"What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must-acapo |
