[Part I: Ain't Yo Bidness]

[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

[Verse 1: 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
'Cause five or six will get you high (Ohh)
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 by my side
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by
So I keep what I find (my boys)
Maybe I got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck
And I always paint my face
Can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I oughta
I like the way she taste
(Chorus) 2x
Ain't yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped
Ain't yo concern, what we do
Less you want yo, face slapped too

(Violent J)
Maybe I don't even like you but I gotta front
Cuz you're a record label guy (Mother fucker)
What if I dragged you by the hair into the street
And beat your ass, put a boot up in your eye (PUH! Bitch)
Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot
Before a Toni... "Braxton"
Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey
Before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe I don't' have no self esteem
SO I like to pick on everybody else
Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt
I had bruises and welts "Oh" (It's OK)
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor
And my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lying, I'm just trying find and excuse to be a dick
I'm a dick-dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me
I'll hang myself right above your bed (You Should Try Suicide)
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swinging when you walk in
I might kick you in the head
Maybe I got 7 therapists, I been committed
But my manager got me free (Double A Y'all)
18 Pills a day, I get so dizzy and high
Sometimes I can't even see (I gotta sit down)
(Chorus) 2x
Ain't yo bidness, how I act
Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped
Ain't yo concern, what we do
Less you want yo, face slapped too

[Part II: Soopa Villainz]

Intro:
Esham the Boogie Man, running with a fucking hatchet
Violent J the Juggla, and Shaggy 2 Dope the Southwest Strangler
Allegedly
Collectively known as

The Soopa Villains!!!!!

(Esham)
Super flex, jet super sex
The boogie man busting the bazooka, necks get wet
The Soopa Villains clock super checks
The juggalo in me will break the bank and you super necks

(Violent J)
It's the juggla jugglin juggalo thuggalin thuggalo
Scrub ninja mutha facko!
My axe I keep with me, sneak with
I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with
(Esham)
The southwest strangler super plex
Some bitch through the limo window, super stretch
Now I wonder should I shoot ya next
With the super soaker, get ya soaking wet

(Violent J)
Juggaloly, I'm a soopa villain
I'm swinging my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling
I'm a ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu
Stab you, grab have at you

(Esham)
Soopa Villains, making a soopa hero killing
Fuck ya feelings
Ready and willing any day I could blow
Insane monkey like Mojo Jo Jo

(Violent J)
Citizens don't talk to the FBI
Cause that killer with the shank to ya neck be I
I'm quick to bag the diamonds, bag it
I love Batman but Robin's a faggot (faggot)