[Hook, repeating]
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Strobe lights yeah, psychedelic yellow hair
Wiggin' out watch me slaughter every fellow here
It's my dads fault, gone off that bath salt
Tear Da Club Up (?) through the ash fall
You can have the cash vault, cause I don't want it
I'm a comet burnin' through space, I might go atomic
Like an asteroid headed straight for the city
The only way to calm me is the nuclear (?)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
N***a just went off in panic mode, high up off that antidote
Take that coke way up the nose, crack yo head like a cantaloupe
Hater I'm a cannibal but I don't eat bitches
They can eat my dick up til they jeans need stitches
I'm a Juggalo doe, been been a Juggalo
Scale-A-Ton sinner til the fuckin' world blow
Even after that I'm still fuckin' outta control
Outer space kickin' fuckin' E.T alien asshole ninja

[Hook, repeating]
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode
[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Shitty shitty bang bang - that's how my guns go
They barely workin', they jerk, I'm havin' fun doe
I shoot at fat people because they run slow
I shot both your legs off, you're done hoe
Am I on a killing spree, did I calculate this?
I'm in Panic Mode and you pal, made me miss
Wether I'm a scrub or not, tonight I'm juggernaut
Panic Mode! And all you fucking suckers gettin' shot

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
I run up in a bank, I'm lookin' for the bank
I'm tryin' to get whatever, I can get the n***a spanked
I'm outta control, I'm losing it bro
I'm looking for the money, ain't looking for no hoe
I'm looking for the bread, I'm lookng for the cheese
I'm looking for them dead presidents, you believe
I'm outta control, I'm losing it bro
I'm slippin' slippin' slippin', I'm off in Panic Mode

[Hook, repeating]
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode

[Verse 5: Young Wicked]
I-I-I don't give a fuck about nobody (about nobody)
Nobody give a fuck about you (you)
Everytime I panic it's a problem (problem, problem!)
I don't wanna think about all o' the damage that I'm gonna do
Lookin' around at the faces of all the people that I wanna kill
Incapable of coming down and I'm looking around for my little red pills
Killin's a thrill, people are dying, I fire at will
Still, it ain't no limit to the ill of my Panic Mode
[Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm all out for losin' control and breakin' them necks
And catchin' a charge on a bitch
It's the city so serious, it's so damn ridiculous
The six is up in me, the devil you get it
I came for gold hoe, caught 'em at the backdoor
Hit 'em with da pistol, stupid motherfucker now you know
Weak lil slow bitch, this'll happen
Wild like cave men, please don't panic
Me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my Triple 6 friends, Triple 6 friends

[Hook, repeating]
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode