I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (nah)

I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (yeah)

Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator

That shit doesn't count

Shut your motherfuckin' mouth

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have

So like my balls, I'm in my bag (my bag)

Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad)

Sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)

Unsuccessfully, I might add

And I know it's bеst to leave it lie

But even I get obsessed with reading everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('til I snap)

But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet)

I need to get on the mic (get on the mic)

You need to get off the internet (internet)

You need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)

Especially shit you don't like (shit you don't like)

Don't like it, don't listen

But don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin'

Some shit he didn't write (shit he didn't write)

What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people his music was for

He was exactly like them

The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again

I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)

She said, "Kick some fly shit" (fly shit)

I said, "I got wings on my ass" (wings on my ass)

Told her my dick's a cockpit (dick's a cockpit)

I fly by the seat of my pants (seat of my pants)

Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded

This instru's mental (this instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges

When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten

Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office

Bitch, I invented flossin'

Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder)

Where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from)

Now, I just wonder (now I just wonder)

Where my next mill's gonna come from (mill's gonna come from)

I cannot have no success (have no success)

Unless when I finally make it (finally make it)

I get to remind all the haters (remind all the haters)

Who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)

My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care

It's Music to Be Murdered By

So Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead

And die slow like Alzheimer's (ha-ha)

Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires

And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta

Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest

You're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less

Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus

To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then

Pit it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's

Get your whole squad, send a task force in

If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

Put your helmet on, strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with

Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?

No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?

A fuckin' penny has more sense

Yeah, now you gotta get killed

But it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill

And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill

I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival

'Cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles

And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made

Swore someday the world would pay less to lose

More to gain, daughters raised

Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate

Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came

Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away

But the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim

If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang

You're just boring, lame and more of the same

You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain

The most you can form is rain

Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game

So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire mortar (brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up

I owe to my motor mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo, take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

HOOK]

Don't nobody love me but I just don't care

Fuck my life, I just don't care

Don't buy my records, I just don't care

Fuck the world, I just don't care

[VERSE 1: ESHAM]

I'm so high-fee

Rollin' with your wifey

Fuck anybody don't like me

NATAS is killin' everything

NIKE, NIKE

Wanna try suicide like me

I never do the right thing, Spike Lee

13 Ways, to get paid

In these last days

NATAS suicide on the airwaves

Niggas in the rap game still slaves

With the chain on your neck

Never gain no respect

Young brother never been in a dog fight

Show you what a dog eat dog world looks like

It's kill or be killed

And you're without will

[HOOK]

[VERSE 2: MASTAMIND]

Fuck me

Fuck you

That's how this shit be

Must niggas like pain

Trying to live through

The game

Played by many

Mastered by few

Damn, man I got fans and groupies

I ain't done nothing wrong

Don't shoot me

Ahead of time and space

Once human

[???] [???] come to me

Get back the glory

Detroit Piston

Let me get my middle finger in position

Turn it up

Can't turn it down

None of these fucks concern us now

Wanna toast my death

With a bottle around

Probably turn my funeral to a party

Fuck Mastamind

Hate me, get to the back of the line

[VERSE 3: ESHAM]

I'm so wavy

The preacher can't save me

Just working what Jesus Christ gave me

Fuck everybody in the music industry

Ya'll can't save me

I'm crazy

Yeah, fuck you pay me

A lot of people ask me

Where the fuck I've been at the last few years

Shit, I don't know

But I do know, I'm back now (haha)

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up

Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up

Sixty sluts, all of 'em dyin' from asphyxia

After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup

Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads

Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab

Wack job in the back in a black stockin' cap

Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match

(He can't say that) Yes, he can

I just did, faggot, now guess again

Better text message your next of kin

Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy

Especially when I flex again

And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement

Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, raggedy Ann and Andy

No, raggedy Andy and Andy

No, it can't be, it can't be

Yes, it can be

The fuckin' Antichrist is back, Danny

It's Satan in black satin panties

This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it

Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies

Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies

Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky

Razor blades with me to make you bleed

Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed

Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me

'Til it jumps out the fucking toilet when you're takin' a pee

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair

Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair

Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener

And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds

And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back

'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab

Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn what he said

I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch

Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened

Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking

Oh, lightening is strikin', might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic

Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th

That means it's just a regular day

And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly

Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't of had her legs in the way

Now she's pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming

To spit it back in abundance

Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns

Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal

Out of a cannon and have him catapult, add an adult

Captain of a cult, with an elite following

To turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holiday

Have Michael Myers looking like a liar

Swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers

Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40, stuck a suppository up his ass

And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine

And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture

Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew

Fought Freddy Krueger, and Edward Scissorhands too

Then came out with a little scratch, ooh

Looking like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose

Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity

In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?

Straightjacket with a hundred and eight brackets

And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it

Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's where you headed off to

Get it, headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful

This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle

And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I disappeared, don't wonder how

Lookin' for me? I'm underground

I had to get sober

It wasn't a choice, it was "I had to do this"

And now I got 90 days clean

And uh, that's all I have to share, thanks

(Well, thanks for sharing, Brian, uh

Is there anyone else who'd like to share this evening?)

Yeah, I got something to share

"When you walked through the door you were queer to me

So come here, baby boy, just come here to me

You're a cock-boy, everybody wants you

You're gayer than you would ever claim to

I won't have to rape you

So, homie, lay down, down, down

Lay down, down, down

Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down"

Where's everybody going?

This always went over real big in Gay-A

Okay, wait, I got another one

"I just love condoms and lots of cum"

No? Well, shit

Verse 1]

They call me “shimmer.” They call me sweet

They call me every single thing but “neat”

They call me nice. They call me friendly

They call me every single thing but “neat”

They call me every single thing but “neat”

Every single thing but “neat”

[Chorus]

Now, I understand it now

Now‚ I understand it now

Friendship is worth more than reputation

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

What’s all the popularity you’re chasin’?

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

 Finesse2Tymes 'Back End' (Live Performance) | Open Mic

[Verse 2]

They call us cousins‚ closer than friends

They know this new friendship will never end

They call us partners‚ ‘cause we’re a team

True friends that nothing will ever come in between

Now it feels like everyone’s callin’ us “neat”

Now it feels like everyone’s callin’ us “neat”

[Chorus]

Now, I understand it now

Now, I understand it now

Friendship is worth more than reputation

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

What’s all the popularity you’re chasin’?

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

[Outro]

Friendship is worth more than reputation

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

What’s all the popularity you’re chasin’?

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

Now‚ I understand it now

Now, I understand it now

Now, I understand it now!

Now‚ I understand it now!

Friendship is worth more than reputation

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin’

What’s all the popularity you’re chasin’?

To worry 'bout your rep is time you’re wastin

Bruh I see skid marks on yo panties, now that it's settled, we ain’t finna be sentimental

you ain’t on the level, you a meddling kid, I am El Jefe, they call me the general

You simpin' and snitchin, the year of the rat, you expendable, no cap

You the last candle, that I burn, you slow like a indica edible, handlin ya earn

And scattering ashes on maggots, I stay frackin on nerds and for the infraction

I promise you it won’t be gentle, now you combative I see you in a rental, it’s a doozy

Incriminating yourself into seclusion, leavin yo body woozy, even bengaahzi ouzin

Sneak dissin. no pimpin, you a weak mission and you stay bitchin

Rappers beefing over music

They feuding over nothing

Any second bout to lose it

Then nothing turns to something

Don’t get beat up, don’t get beat up

Don’t get beat up, don’t get beat up

Watch yo mouth

Cuz you been faulty

I know you’re salty

Watch your mouth

You best not cross me, cross me

I don’t know what you been told, but watch yo mouth cause you been faulty

Been spitting cold, now watch these rappers choke like Joffrey

Walk with a big stick softly, swing that thang watch em back up off me

M-O-B, one man army, Solid Snake, Konami

Let’s get that paper, turn that spot up, Al Qaeda

Whether it’s now or later, crush yo vibe, Lord Vader

We come to hurt yo feelings, two dragons, enter villains

Senseless drilling through yo ego, like some gangland killings

Rappers beefing over music

They feuding over nothing

Any second bout to lose it

Then nothing turns to something

Don’t get beat up, don’t get beat up

Don’t get beat up, don’t get beat up

Watch yo mouth

Cuz you been faulty

I know you’re salty

Watch your mouth

You best not cross me, cross me

Time to ride, we gon’ flip, talking outta place gonna bust yo shit

Haters try, but they don’t get, one yard, one foot, nope not one inch

This shit’s ridiculous, watch Buk Norris split yo wig

What’s that hit em with a Buk Slap so hard they think they got pistol whipped

VAMP. I only fux wit these baddies, You try to call on our bluff

And when we show up n you back peddle gladly, now that your twitter fingers ain’t so tough

I don’t mind what the next man is doin, infuriated never was it my plan to ruin

Intimidated by me, so you know you had illusion, you pussies stay aggressive, now that’s it’s a bad conclusion ahh

Rappers beefing over music

They feuding over nothing

Any second bout to lose it

Then nothing turns to something

Don’t get beat up, don’t get beat up

Don’t get beat up, don’t get beat up

Watch yo mouth

Cuz you been faulty

I know you’re salty

Watch your mouth

You best not cross me, cross me

Intro: DJ Clay]

...Volume 2!

Oh!

It's the label that runs beneath the streets

Psychopathic!

We runnin’ shit!

Let's go!

[Verse 1: Boondox]

You ain't gotta love me, hate me

I’ll just sit here pacing, waiting

Patiently and [?]

Guarded from the things you say

Look into my clouded vision

Been devoured by the vision

Nothing works like family love

We headed for one-way collision

It's like we hate ourselves, we always thinkin' nothing works

Tortured by our own illusion

So much shit until it bursts

Every day a brand new reason

Somethin' else to focus treason

Spit on evеrything [?] kick it while it's down and bleeding

It was devotion, brought us to the point of human bliss

With just a notion, turnеd our backs, betrayed with just one diss

You wanna claim you've been reborn and wanna change things

I say your ass has been corrupted by the fuckin' mainstream

[Chorus: Violent J, Boondox, DJ Clay]

(Watch out!) I see you slithering (slithering)

This world is full of slithering snakes

Off with they heads, off-off with they heads

Off-off with they heads, off with they-off with they heads

(Watch out!) I see you slithering (slithering)

This world is full of slithering snakes

Off with they heads, off-off with they heads

Off-off with they heads, off with they-off with they heads

Yeah!

[Verse 2: Boondox]

Everyday, I'm contemplating rearranging situations

Other circumstances brought on so much envy and abrasion

I know you’re feelin’ bitter, colder than the coldest winter

Lookin' at me like I kissed your girl then put my dick up in her

And then you’re talkin' to me like you wasn't more dazed

But it don't be takin’ long to bring you to your old ways

You wanna give me props and cheer me from the sidelines

But when it's time to help your partner, you can't seem to find time

And I ain't gonna let it get me, if I do, then it'll hit me

All the times I felt the fangs and it would shoot and fuckin' bit me

But I will keep on pushing, cuz I know you'd do the same

Shame that we don't take no more, but that's the price of fuckin' fame

[Chorus: Violent J, Boondox]

(Watch out!) I see you slithering (slithering)

This world is full of slithering snakes

Off with they heads, off-off with they heads

Off-off with they heads, off with they-off with they heads

(Watch out!) I see you slithering (slithering)

This world is full of slithering snakes

Off with they heads, off-off with they heads

Off-off with they heads, off with they-off with they heads

Verse 1: Boondox]

One brick from an inferno pinch

Fire in my veins burning like a bitch

So sick till I get my fix, I'm sweatin' in the corner with a crucifix

Her tears they fall like bastard angels fall from Heaven's graces

This Hell I'm livin' in, this sin, I'm seein' demons faces

The darkness take over, my senses fall into a coma

Mix blood and soma, wash it down with some holy water

Dance with the devil by the pale moonlight with a needle for my appetite

Get on my level, six feet in the dirt, never see the light

[Hook: DJ Clay]

Who gon' catch me when I'm fallin down into darkness?

What have I created? My dreams fall apart when

A demon gets discovered, an angel has to suffer

Just leave me in my hell, I won't put nothin above us

Who gon' catch me when I'm fallin down into darkness?

What have I created? My dreams fall apart when

A demon gets discovered, an angel has to suffer

Just leave me in my hell, I won't put nothin above us

[Verse 2: Boondox]

No rest for this wicked soul and everybody suffer when it takes control

My family lookin' at me like I'm the demon

I'm trying to hide it but they know, somehow they do

Gotta keep movin' down this vanishing path

When I'm stuck in a chemical bath, soaking on my own behalf

But I'm takin them with me, as much as I try to lead them right while I go left

I know they're trying to help me but I gotta face this demon by myself

As I wonder who gave me this curse, it was me and yet no other

If I can't win against this demon, forever my angels have to suffer

[Hook: DJ Clay]

Who gon' catch me when I'm fallin down into darkness?

What have I created? My dreams fall apart when

A demon gets discovered, an angel has to suffer

Just leave me in my hell, I won't put nothin above us

Who gon' catch me when I'm fallin down into darkness?

What have I created? My dreams fall apart when

A demon gets discovered, an angel has to suffer

Just leave me in my hell, I won't put nothin above us

[Bridge: Boondox]

On my knees, I look to the sky, please, lord help me now

It's got me and I don't know how

But everything I know is gone

Sittin' here I'm all alone, and trying to figure everything out

[Hook: DJ Clay]

Who gon' catch me when I'm fallin down into darkness?

What have I created? My dreams fall apart when

A demon gets discovered, an angel has to suffer

Just leave me in my hell, I won't put nothin above us

Who gon' catch me when I'm fallin down into darkness?

What have I created? My dreams fall apart when

A demon gets discovered, an angel has to suffer

Just leave me in my hell, I won't put nothin above us

[Intro]

[?] Domain

Ha! Ooh! Brr! Uh!

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Let's start a few fatal fires (Ha)

Shoot a old lady up at Meijer's (Ha)

Pull out a few vital wires (Ha)

Trust the lies of some evil liars (Hey)

The tick tock in your clock retires (Ha)

Hit rocks quick pop all tires (Ha)

Lies bullshit kicks expires (Ha)

Hittin' licks are my sick desires (Hey)

I'm scorin' scores (My paper)

Top floor to floor (Size take up)

Stack forty more (Skyscraper)

Soar towards the floor to die (I wait to die)

When he finally hit, he splatters

That splish splash splat, the baddest

I'ma be the gladdest, not for the status or cheddar

All that matters is that it's fun

Forty-eight gallon drum sealed

Full of piss and chemicals from in the body parts

Stored a decade, unsealed cracked and poured

[?]

Three fifty-six a bald head tattered up

Pit bull face locked in shackles

And all that held up by two sugar sweet

Soft bony tenderoni baby ankles? What?

I [?] bony hoes though 'cause they funny as fuck

And funny as fuck is fun

You keep up with them cool sheep

And I'll keep creepin' the deep with the freakiest under the sun

Headbuttin' hoes nose bones up they own butthole

And gone with some gross shit fun

My prognosis? That shit is blown

Grown beyond some gross shit, atrocious, son

(Dickhead tricks that stick) Ha ha ha! Jokes on you! (Thanks)

For life, bitch! (Yo, what?) (Pull permanent pranks with)

It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Order today)

It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Including the blackout)

The sun fried out, it just blacked out, and here's a fun fact for ya

It ain't comin' back, we're fucked, all thanks to your fuckin' pranks

It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Order today)

It's J's naughty boy fun pack (By the Yum Yum Fun Corp)

[Chorus: Violent J]

Come get you some (Come)

(Sick fun) got some (Yum Yum)

(Get some) Come get some, split some victims

(Sick fun) Sick fun, legit, so get some

Come old and young (Run)

(Sick fun) got some (Fun, fun)

(Get some) Come get some, wig split some victims

(Inflict some) Inflict some wicked sick fun

Come get you some (Come)

(Sick fun) got some (Yum Yum)

(Get some) Come get some, split some victims

(Sick fun) Sick fun, legit, so get some

Come old and young (Run)

(Sick fun) got some (Fun, fun)

(Get some) Come get some, wig split some victims

(Inflict some) Inflict some wicked sick fun

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]

Big fat hookers mean fat love (Right)

Fat love mean fat bank (Right)

Fat bank spent on fat love

From a big fat hooker mean fat stank (No)

Fuck no fat stank ain't fun (No)

Fat stank could never be fun (No)

Fat stank ain't fun even if you think

Fat hooker stank means fat fun (No)

Fun is a crooked cop's corpse

With an open eye drained of all his blood

Fun is a bigot hottie chained by the foot

Draggin' through the rocky mud

Fun is a chomo's whole cranium

Bein' slowly yoked right off his fuckin' neck

A year after his nuts are frozen

And broken off his dick

Static with a lip flap, really buddy?

I'm so dramatic and your shit flaps, silly putty

Let me bring that fun back, one clap

Resume with the boom with the red moon rap

Somethin' nutty like classical songs

I love jumpin' through tones and notes, what a nice swerve

Make me kinda wanna hijack a sold-out cruise ship

And play bumper boats with the icebergs

Tell the crew I'm new, fuck rules legit

Only rule for me is be cool as shit

And we doin' tricks, like speedin' up quick

Dip the tip in so this bitch flip

I'm everybody buddy, captain bubbly

I [?], so fuck the dougie

The whole shit trippin', underwater dippin'

[Your daughter ?] clown drippin' on me and I'm huntin' chickens

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[Chorus: Violent J]

Come get you some (Come)

(Sick fun) got some (Yum Yum)

(Get some) Come get some, split some victims

(Sick fun) Sick fun, legit, so get some

Come old and young (Run)

(Sick fun) got some (Fun, fun)

(Get some) Come get some, wig split some victims

(Inflict some) Inflict some wicked sick fun

Come get you some (Come)

(Sick fun) got some (Yum Yum)

(Get some) Come get some, split some victims

(Sick fun) Sick fun, legit, so get some

Come old and young (Run)

(Sick fun) got some (Fun, fun)

(Get some) Come get some, wig split some victims

(Inflict some) Inflict some wicked sick fun

[Bridge: Violent J]

Halloween

Detroit City, motherfuckers

The wicked clowns will never die

Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh yeah, woo

[Verse 3: Violent J]

Diggin' up bodies is fun (Fun)

Fuckin' strange hotties is fun (Fun)

Bustin' off shotties is fun (Fun)

Mosh pits [?] [Pavarotti ?] is fun (Fun)

I don't know karate, but I know lead pipe (Fun)

I like my jeans loose but my nedens tight (Fun)

Fuck any ho you want to do what you like (Fun)

Ain't no future in your frontin' though, fakery ain't right (Fun)

October 30th, bitch, forever Devil's Night (Fun)

If Detroit vs everyone I'm jumpin' in a fight (Fun)

My satellite's outta orbit, beyond the proper height (Fun)

If the world's in my hands, I'm takin' me a bite (Fun)

Raw sex, fuck a prophylactic (Fun)

Butt naked, dry humpin' a cactus (Fun)

Dirty pillow case smell like a catfish (Fun)

Eat a bitch hole, bend her over backwards (Fun)

Juggle knives without any practice (Fun)

Fat hoes, jumpin' on 'em like a mattress (Fun)

No tickets, sneakin' in, pullin' tactics (Fun)

Criss-cross, suck an ass, and I slap tits (Fun)

Who the fuck's La Purp, bitch? Ya sound like a burp

Unless suckin' a dick, you and the mic don't work

Only one shootin' boy is you and that twerp you call a boyfriend

After drinkin' my dick squirt

Fuck the Ku Klux Klan, .32 bust blam

Pig fuckin' rednecks, you fucks ham

Fuck the KKK, my AK spray

All y'all when you play J's way

Fuck your Aryan Army, scare me hardly

Plow! That should take care of your heartbeat

It's Hallowicked, my shank I stick it

Fuck your life, bitch, you been evicted

[Outro: Violent J]

Ha ha! This shit is fun, fun, fun

Yeah! This shit's fun, fun

Hell yeah! This shit is fun, fun fun

Hallowicked, baby! Fun, fun

Always, forever shit is fun!

No doubt, it's Halloween! Fun, fun, fun

Hallowicked, bitch, shit is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

For life, always is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

Woo