@thy-ghetto-f-r-3-e-k-s-h-o-w, this one's for you, it's your freestyle/theme song. You're welcome.

Yo!!!!! I better check myself before I wreck myself or learn to walk real stealth

Gettin stabbed by little kids all the time is bad for my health

When they beat me up and stab me I start to cry and I call the cops

They be here every damn day, and it still don't stop

I'm a grown man bitch and I should have the right

To have a glass off Kool-Aid when I want without gettin beat down in a fight

So i'm gonna have some don't make me bust a move cause i'm a pro at MMA 

This tastes great AHHH FUCCKKKKK (What Happened?) They stabbed me again and took the glass away

Now it's off to the hospital pain killers are for pussies just give me more stitches

And when I get back, I'm callin' the cops on all you punk bitches!!!!!

I'm not tryin to be your father i'm just fuckin your mom and I know that you hate it

But if you guys keep this shit up I'm gonna get dehydrated

They stab me beat me up the little bastards are always breakin my nose

The only thing they let me drink is well water out the garden hose

Come on guys lets stop beefin can we please just call a truce?

Can I please sleep inside tonight? Can I at least have some juice?

Now the house is quiet and goddamn i'm thirsty

I'm gonna go sneak in a glass they all asleep it's close to two thirty

I open the fridge and the bright lights be hurtin my black eyes

So I grab the Kool-Aid quick and that's when I start to realize

I don't know what happened they must have heard me puttin ice in the glass

Because before you know it I got another shank in my ass

They treat me like a bitch so much, always askin me where's my boobs

Punchin me in the face, they won't even let me eat ice cubes

AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH don't you know who you fuckin with you little kids don't know me

I'm fitchburg juggalotus rzarected from the metal dead love spelled backwards murder follows me spelled backwards killah klown serial killah hatchet ryda outcha mind wicked clown for life, and I want some bologna

I'm Michael Paquin and you better show me some god damn respect

AAHHH FFUUUUCCCKKKK (What happened?) I just got stabbed in the neck

Why did you stab me? I don't even have any Kool-Aid this time

And to answer your question no I do not want any cheese with this whine

Fuck this shit man......i'm freaky fr3ekshow man.......fitchburg juggalotus.....I did not come back from the metal dead for this shit man......fuck it......I need to find me some love spelled backwards man, where's the number 3 when I need it. Fuck, i'm tough