Rich boy’s in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another He’d like to go for a ride on the neck cutter Straight to the cart […]

One for the maggots, pumpkin’s light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I’m coming for your ass with an ice pick, prick One for the maggots, two for the bitch Three for the brick that smacks your lips Cuz you’s a sneaky creepy ho So don’t fuck […]

Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors Well, okay Have a good time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a minute, […]

I have a purpose… Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart…(ha ha, ha ha…ha ha, ha ha ) I have a purpose… Such things can’t exist… I have a purpose… You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them… I have a purpose… Quietly, I will […]

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 […]

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? Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek Golley guy’s rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek Get off me, dog, before […]

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teacher’s trying to talk but I could give a fuck less I’m staring at the freak that I know I’m in love with But she don’t even know my name it’s always been the same I just lay my head down and drown in my […]

Well, I’m heading down a southern trail, I’m going chicken huntin’ Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain’t saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I’m a […]