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A little mix of the old
Somethin' for you to knock the block to
Love.....

(Violent J)
Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the of horrors
You in a barn? Shut the fuckin door
You see, damn, I'm about to scare you
...Okay now I you
Close your eyes, open up mouth, and count to ten
wanna, huh, cause you know my nuts are going in
I'm twisted, I'll cut finger off,
and stick it in butt
...and it shut
is when I get crazy, lemme show you something
...You know what that means, it mean nothin, haha
But it you cause people don't be doing that shit
But me...bitch...I'm all it...
Guess what I'm a killer, it's a bad habit
I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Rabbit,
Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm
Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, you going?
Welcome to the house of

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
La di da we gotta that
Some rock and roll bit the head off a rat
Let's march in his concert and chant him to
Cause so fuckin TERRIBLE!
Meanwhile his record sells and triple
Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his
Religious? Shit, you them bands
Instead of helpin them people
eatin them garbage cans
When your done with that come protest me
Shiiiiit motherfucka I use the money
The whole world was cryin when went kabang
Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang
Rapper dies of but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his face off and becomes a
Heroin and a gun and a hero was made
I should do that shit so J can get paid

If I was tv I'd be like, look at me
If I was shooting star I be shooooom
If I was a fat thong I'd be like hell nah
If I was a hotties thong I'd be ahh
If I was a cuss I'd just be like, fuck
If I was a on the moon I'd be chillin like sup
If I was a I'd just be an exit
If I was the DOC I'd be like "man this is shit"
If I was your on your car I'd be like...
If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh
If I was a I'd be like....
If I was Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce
If I was a DJ I'd probably say, point 103
If I was a ass bitch I'd be like, um ok
If I was magazine I'd put a mirror on the cover
and be like fuck us and all our readers, even motherfucker
If I was mental stress I'd be catching up
If I was your headaches now and then
I'd be like
If I was your tounge I'd be your teeth I'd be like
Ah why do you bite me every time we eat?
If I was a I'd be like sit here
and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered hair
If I was your muffler I'd be shhh quietly
Iif I was a tag I'd be like you ain't buyin me
If I was a DJ I'd be like...
If I was Jam J I'd be like...
If I was a cheap radio I'd be like...
If I was Barry White I'd be like what up
I I was a in the cold I'd be like...
If I was dead uncle I'd be like...
If I was a drop I'd just be like....
and I was an axe in your neck I might say

Hey Mike, Mike, MIKE!
Turn it up, about now
Welcome everyone to the big
Jake and Jack, and the dark
Remove your hats or cut off your heads
respect you's amongst the dead
Don't like and richy boy fucks
Ain't shit changed bitch nuts
Detroit, Southwest die
The greatest under the sky

(Violent J)
Five cards and made they mark
From moon you gone down Park
Fuck your drum kits, xylophone,
I'm a clown bitch hello

come jump in our ride
Bring you and your fat ass inside
Wagons, are swift as a breeze
Can't nobody get with these, motha
IT ON!

(Chorus)
Bring it, it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, it
it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, it, bring it
Bring it, it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, it, bring it
Bring it, it
Bring it, it

(Violent J)
J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style
Fashion of the and beyond

Voodoo, chicken and magical

"Let's contestant number one.He's a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown, who says, "woman love his sexy smile"
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon. Sharon, your question?"

"Contestant number one,I believe first last forever. So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house and have dinner with me and my family. Tell me what you would do to make that first impression really stick"

(Violent J)
Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think it
I show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it
I'd probably just up naked like I always do
And lick your momma in the eye and her, "FUCK YOU!!!"
Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell
I'd pinch her loopy ass and her, "Get the food ready!"
Your dad will probably tripping and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and him in his fucking lips!
It's dinner time, we grace from your mother
I pull a out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you
You know for only thirteen, she got big tits
After that, your dad will try to again
And only this time, I'd put the to his chin
After you mom the dishes and the silverware
I'd try fuck her till I nut in my

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
The second little piggy, his house is of brick
And this piggy is a motherfucking dick
He sits on his bench and get's all the
But if I get a chance, I'm going for the neck
He in the room, and everybody rose
off bucket chilling underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can sit
But what this don't know
Is he's to get his neck wet
Now I seen the bailiff, I'm thinking what the
I can smoke this before his hearing aid
pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get
That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow
Here come the piggy, time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked looking
He saw my smile, and sentenced me to die
So I on the bucket, made it fucking rain pork rinds

(Chorus)
little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a die
I choose a gun (no!)
I choose an ax (yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get piggy snacks

My axe is my buddy, I bring him I walk
Me and my axe will leave head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him
Me and my axe will give forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave him
Me and my axe will leave neck a bloody fountain

(Chorus 2x)
everybody everybody run
Murdering murdering fun
Swing swing
Chop chop
swing swing
Chop chop

My axe is my buddy, we right the wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never me cry
Me and my axe will a divot for your eye