[Verse 1: Violent J]
Well DJ Clay came with a dope track to roll with
Underground like Anna Nicole Smith
Big J, Duke of the darkness
Turn the best rapper alive into a carcass
A mic in my hand is like a pipe bomb
Sweeter than coconut pie, right mom?
J-U double G-A to the lo
Let your nuts hang straight to the floor
Yes, I like fat on my chicks ass
Poundage, that make my dick splash
Seventeen or seventy-one
I got dick for everyone
Fuck fear, suck right here
Dick in your nose hole, nuts in your ear
Rape yo face like a warlock wylin'
Wear your panties to yo funeral smilin'
Sick, seriously furious
Homeless and alone, luxurious
Lampin', back alley way campin'
Raggin', gang taggin', stampin'
I'm the joker, neden hole poker
Blunt toker, punk smoker
Throat choker, life croaker
Grape faygo soda bath soaker
Squeeze my nosee and your head explodes
With bionic elbows like Dusty Rhodes
I fuck old fat hoes in they crusty folds
And peel homeless hoes out they musty clothes
I'm a damn fool, no rules
Too cool for school, lick my family jewels
I'm hungry, bitch, starvin', I need this
Nine Whoppers and a shake couldn't feed this
Clones, with "been there" and "done that" rhymes
Y'all already said that how many times?
It's Groundhog Day, for groundhog years
Two sticks of dynamite fuckin' my ears
Dayton family, Boondox, A-B-K
Somebody take me away
Clay, Twiztid, Hutch B-L-A-Z-E
The Hatchet is the place to be
[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox]
Never faded appreciate every time
I look in the crowd and they're recitin' all of our rhymes
That we kick, call it holiday more free shit from Twiztid
Blastin' the microphone with free spit
The style is linguistic, verbal and sadistic
Where bitch motherfuckers need purses and lipstick
We sick to the finish and bring ya everything you need
We the best, these bitches ain't even in our fuckin' league
I'm an MVP when it comes to flows
Hope you brought your umbrella, I'm finna rain on you hoes
Not bent like an elbow or folded like a crease
I'm drunk off the Grey Goose and pineapple peace
To the ones that rock and stay down with what we do
To the rest, I'm like a bus driver takin 'em back to school
Pack a lunch all you punks I'm out the trunk like speakers
And they ears are hot to death and my words are heat seekers

[Verse 3: Cold 187um]
This is a Psychopathic public service announcement
I eat up suckers down to the last ounce and
When it comes to lyrical murderin', that's me
Believe you in the presence of a true rider rest in peace
Yeah, I think for one there's too many gangstas in the streets
There's too much hate frustration and bitches in heat
Beef I get it every motherfuckin' day of the week
And if I have to pull the heat I hope God rest your soul
Psychopathic assassins smashin' on all you non believers
Group pleasin' dick teasers
I don't ever pause for a second I stay heavy
I'm from the west where they dip Chevys and stay ready biatch
[Verse 4: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
You know I'm low down and dirty and married to the game
I was raised on the streets of drive-by's and car jackin's
You packin'? Better be covered in Kevlar
You don't have a clue about the arsenal I sit on
Mossburg spittin', twelve gauge sittin'
In my left hand blink and you sinkin' like quick sand
Blaze is the name ain't a damn thing change
But the the time on the watch, 2012 they say it stops
And I'm only getting started no room for half hearted on my team
Cavities I clear 'em out like Listerine
Your lips blistering, how they react to the slap
Swollen up like collagen too much with Carmex
I'm an old school fool with a new school style
Tried and true and guaranteed to make ya go wild
Rick Grimes end times unload the nine
The world dies like Gloria Gaynor but I survive

[Verse 5: Anybody Killa]
I'm just a killa from east, baby, check my stats
The only native representin' with these warrior raps
Got a heart that bleeds courage and I can't be stopped
Yes I'm the cream of the crop, somebody gimme my props
This is murder mitten music so I'm killin' them fools
Breakin' all of they rules its time to send 'em to school
I'm just a painted up freak and I'm not alone
The scent of the underground be my hatchet cologne
When you see us, bet ya wanna be us
If you ain't representin' Psychopathic, then you might as well just be dust
Ashes to ashes and laid to rest
To all them artists out there who ain't showin' respect
Motherfucker, if you willing, try and stop our shine
Guarantee you at the end you'll be fallin' behind
Here go a hot sixteen of straight tellin' the truth
Now rewrite your rap book and lock yourself in the booth, bitch
[Verse 6: Monoxide]
I'm a bad dream's nightmare
And I'm everywhere, like the internet, homie, and you just aggravatin' like spyware
I put I knife through eye ware
And that'll leave ya blind but still alive so you always know that I'm out there
You ain't a monster or a beast
You're just another neck that I choke with a [?] leash
And I'ma keep growin' like disease in the streets
And run rampant with a passion that'll bring you fuckin' leaches to your knees
Bitch please, I don't apologize to none, talk shit and dealt with
I'll bring the fuckin' sun up out the sky just to light weed and melt shit
From a whole different dimension an no intervention can help this
We ain't the ones that you mess with
'Cause we can flip it up like a coin, and you're headless
Tail between your legs like a bitch as she pregnant
Just Psychopathic fam in this bitch on some neck slit next shit

[Verse 7: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Some folks call me Joey, but most call me Shaggs
Fuck skinny jeans, it's 42's in my shoppin' bags
And my waist and nothing but a 32
Which leaves plenty of room for my 20 deuce
Plus rockin' plain 3X tall T's
And that's weighin' in soakin' wet a buck 70
Not to mention the rocks stuffed in my shoe soles
But not for skippin', for flippin' to them fiendin' hoes
Fuck the Adams, my family be Juggalos
And if we was a movie, the Thing'll be my roll
'Cause my hands be doin' things my brains take control
Like choking on necks and bangin' random neden holes
My Psychopathic homies, we like stealth bombers
Doin' damage across the countries undetected by your radars
Then one by one, boom, hit ya with nuke
Get the underground rowdy, make the surface dwellers puke
Suits on the outside but mad tatted skin
Are nothing but joker cards, bitch that's our kin
Infiltrate from the outside, workin' ways in
Happy smiley faces, opposite of terrorism
They gave us one thousand ways to die, we chose one
We got a thousand ways to get funds
See it our way or you best fuckin' run
Bet a thousand FBI agents got Juggalo sons
'Bout to follow in they foot steps and be cops
So we takin' over, like it or not
Two full-on generations, workin' on three
Indestructible trunk on this ever-growin' family tree
Barely makin' loot on the shit you hear and see
Still breakin' new grounds and we twenty years deep
Yet we still getting younger, ain't that somethin'?
The clowns ripped up a Benjamin Button