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Insane Clown Posse

"f*ck the f*ck off"

[Intro:]
Kill him... Kill him... Put him to death!
[2x]

[Verse 1:]
Guess who's back in this b*tch again?
Wit a fresh set of balls bouncin off ya chin
I'm 2 Dope... Switch my sh*t up? Nope!
For these hands to grope hoes and b*tches, ho
Now everybody thinks they sh*t's the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked sh*t is ridiculous
Back off jack off, y'all ain't spooky
Bitin my CD's like they're delicious cookies!
From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh
Ain't no f*ckin body bout to hang wit this
Fans get punched in the head wit a bass drum
Rhyme after rhyme, head-buttin ya face some
f*ck off disk jock, spin my nuts
Y'all be suckin more di*k than sl*ts
I'm crackin this city in half wit the scrubness
f*ck the f*ck off, now who finna bump this?

[Hook:]
This sh*t ain't for pus*y heads (So f*ck off!)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*ck the f*ck off!)
Carny creatures carve your head out (So f*ck off!)
This the sh*t that brings the dead out (f*ck the f*ck off!)
[2x]

[Verse 2:]
I don't need a f*ckin band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin ya cheeks
The stage, the mic, and the Juggalo Army
Hoes climb up and try to grind on me
Any dumb freak tryna steal my stage
Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face!
f*ck your dress code, I swing my balls!
f*ck your restroom, I'm p*ssin on walls!
Security's lookin like weak ass wrestlers
Pattin kids down like child molesters
I'm sick of this bullsh*t, I'm Shaggz the Clown
We cuttin craniums off, then drag 'em around
You know me, when I drive by, muffler sparks
In the yellow bus packed full of retards
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumps where the real Juggalos are

[Hook:]
This sh*t ain't for pus*y heads (So f*ck off!)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*ck the f*ck off!)
Carny creatures carve your head out (So f*ck off!)
This the sh*t that brings the dead out (f*ck the f*ck off!)
[2x]

Can we get a witness?
[6x]

[Verse 3:]
Diss my sh*t and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first b*tch I smack
The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move
Cuttin through rookies wit some'n to prove
On who? Us? Me?
sh*t please, lick these!
You're a shaggamaniac, ya can't ignore me
And tell ya mom to f*ck the f*ck off for me!
f*ckin these hoes, they tryna take pictures
Of a southwest strangla, windpipe tangla
I'm gone too fast with a ninja poof
Skeet on ya face is the only proof
"f*ck off," that's what I tell the earth
I been runnin wit the hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the f*ck you think you f*ckin wit
You can f*ck the f*ckin f*ck off b*tch!

[Hook:]
This sh*t ain't for pus*y heads (So f*ck off!)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*ck the f*ck off!)
Carny creatures carve your head out (So f*ck off!)
This the sh*t that brings the dead out (f*ck the f*ck off!)
[4x]

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