Why must my visions be so The truth, the truth, I've got to do
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me But you know you can't paint a on a clown gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I have just missed him Am I in a southwest gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' hang? But do you I got stabbed in the eye and you no where
And about the time I got fucked I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked But you news wouldn't on You could give a less never thought less unless happened in your suburbs I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you fuckin' nerd I don't give a fuck where from boy So don't tell me 'cause I give a fuck It's all what's going on in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen
Seventeen dead, anybody dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody Do or don't you care about the seventeen
Seventeen dead, anybody dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody You could give a fuck less the seventeen dead The seventeenth lost his erection
I woke up next to a body it out the way and jump out of bed Strap on my and step out my room 'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom fucks all over the grass I'm a kick in they dead ass Quick to make a on Jefferson And I noticed there's another riding shotgun Am I just seeing things? No, is your a soggy ho? I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead
But I'm with that Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit a minute, wait, get your head on straight I drop seventeen tears from eyes fucking day I gotta wonder if do Should I burn the rebel flag or the red and blue too I can't do much, but can But those motherfuckers gotta wish, man I'm gonna swim in blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen
dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, else Seventeen dead, else Do or you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody Seventeen dead, else dead, anybody else You give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead man They so bad I they're all over in the Streets an' shi, ya But they don't be fuckin' you They just lay there dead as I mean they tasted kinda With a mustard, man Yeah, much
Seventeen dead bodies from a telephone wire All seventeen on Lightening up the sky with the of death bigot fucker, take a deep breath Look at you makes me go Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy he's nothing but a redneck hoe Him and his created this ghetto They can deal they own creation out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't like that Knock at your door and me running slug bat I'm a stick it to your nugget About seventeen times and gonna love it, motherfucker down my street And stare at the folks who can't make end's You know now but that's the plan Most in Hell were rich when they died, man that to your golden bed 'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody I'ma cut ass up man, for the seventeen dead
dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody Seventeen dead, else I'ma chop your ass up man, for the dead
dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, else dead, anybody else I'll chop you, slice you, seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, else Seventeen dead, else Seventeen dead, else
Yeah yeah Well, ya know J's kinda wicked If there's a booger in my nose, pick it And flick it in your eye you ain't Jack And stomp my on your nut sack
Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the You think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't flex on a nutty clown I got boys down straight hick town
Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park That's me out front on the Skylark I'm on a check, I don't cut the grass And my got babies falling all out her ass
I'll be running with the until I'm eighty they know I'm going out with the fat lady I strip the bitch down to the nitty But I ain't saying shit about a wooden