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A mix of the old shit
Somethin' for you to knock down the to
Love.....

(Violent J)
Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house of
You born in a barn? the fuckin door
You see, damn, I'm about to scare you
...Okay now I you
Close your eyes, up your mouth, and count to ten
Don't wanna, huh, cause you my nuts are going in
I'm twisted, I'll cut finger off,
and stick it in your
...and it shut
This is when I get crazy, lemme you something
...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin,
But it scares you cause people don't be doing shit
But me...bitch...I'm all it...
Guess what I'm a serial killer, a bad habit
I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Rabbit,
Cut the lights, see shit, I'm glowing
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 ninja bit the off a rat
Let's in his concert and chant him to hell
Cause so fuckin TERRIBLE!
Meanwhile his record double and triple
Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his
Shit, you helped them bands
Instead of them poor people
eatin outta them cans
When your done with that come protest me
Shiiiiit I could use the money
The whole world was cryin when Kurt kabang
When Eazy-E no it wasn't no thang
dies of AIDS but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his face off and becomes a
Heroin and a shot gun and a was made
Maybe I do that shit so J can get paid

If I was your tv I'd be like, at me
If I was star I be like shooooom
If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like nah
If I was a thong I'd be like ahh
If I was a cuss word I'd be like, fuck
If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin 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 tires on car I'd be like...
If I was the bumper on your car I'd be ahh fuck
If I was a I'd be like....
If I was Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce
If I was a radio DJ I'd say, point 103
If I was a richie ass I'd be like, um ok
If I was Spin magazine I'd put a 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 every now and
I'd be like
If I was your tounge I'd be hatin' teeth I'd be like
Ah why do you always bite me 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 muffler I'd be like shhh quietly
Iif I was a price tag I'd be like you 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 clock I'd be like...
If I was Barry I'd be like what up ya'll
I I was a in the cold I'd be like...
If I was dead uncle I'd be like...
If I was a rain drop I'd be like....
and I was an axe in your neck I might say

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

(Violent J)
cards came and made they mark
From moon you down Patton Park
your drum kits, xylophone, cello
I'm a wicked clown bitch

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

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

(Violent J)
Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers style
Fashion of the 2000s and

Voodoo, and magical wands

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

"Contestant one,I believe first impressions 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 might up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked I always do
And lick your momma in the eye and her, "FUCK YOU!!!"
Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell
I'd her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready!"
Your dad probably start tripping and get me pissed
I'd to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips!
It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your
I a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you
You for only thirteen, she got some big tits
that, your dad will try to jump again
And this time, I'd put the forty to his chin
After you mom does the dishes and the
I'd try her till I nut in my underwear

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
The second little piggy, his house is made of
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 straight for the neck
He walked in the room, and rose
off bucket chilling underneath my clothes
First let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what piggy don't know
Is he's to get his neck wet
Now I seen the bailiff, I'm what the fuck?
I can smoke room before his hearing aid
pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get
That tired motherfucker will die tomorrow anyway
come the piggy, it's time for my case
His are blood red with a wicked looking face
He saw my joker's smile, and me to die
So I racked on the bucket, made it fucking rain rinds

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

My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I
Me and my axe will your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigot cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him
Me and my axe will give your a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I leave without him
Me and my axe will your 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 planet's
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