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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 of horrors
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 know my are going in
I'm twisted, I'll cut your off,
and stick it in butt
...and glue it
This is when I get crazy, lemme you something
...You know that means, it don't mean nothin, haha
But it scares you people don't be doing that shit
But me...bitch...I'm all it...
Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad
I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Rabbit,
Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm
Alright, I'm done, cut em on, wait, where you going?
to the house of horrors

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
La di da we protest that
Some rock and roll ninja bit the off a rat
Let's march in his and chant him to hell
Cause so fuckin TERRIBLE!
Meanwhile his record sells double and
Cause of you bout him rubbin his nipple
Shit, you helped them bands
Instead of helpin poor people
outta them garbage cans
When your done that bitch come protest me
motherfucka I could use the money
The whole world was cryin when went kabang
When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no
Rapper of AIDS but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his off and becomes a legend
Heroin and a shot gun and a was made
I should do that shit so J can get paid

If I was your tv I'd be like, 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 I'd be like ahh
If I was a cuss word I'd just be like,
If I was a rock on the I'd be chillin like sup
If I was a I'd just be an exit
If I was the DOC I'd be "man this is bull shit"
If I was tires on your car I'd be like...
If I was the on your car I'd be like ahh fuck
If I was a I'd be like....
If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be 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 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 every now and then
I'd be like
If I was your I'd be hatin' your teeth I'd be like
Ah why do you always me every time we eat?
If I was a chair I'd be sit here
and if I was Kid I'd cut my feathered wolf hair
If I was your muffler I'd be like shhh
Iif I was a price tag I'd be like you ain't 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 White I'd be like 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 I might say chop

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

(Violent J)
Five cards came and made they
From moon you gone Patton Park
Fuck your kits, xylophone, cello
I'm a wicked bitch hello

Everbody jump in our ride
Bring you and your fat ass inside
Wagons, are swift as a breeze
Can't get with these, motha fucka
IT ON!

(Chorus)
Bring it, bring it, it
Bring it, it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, it
Bring it, it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, 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, chicken and wands

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

"Contestant number 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 first impression really stick"

(Violent J)
Let's see, hmm, well, I'd to think about it
I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I it
I'd probably just show up naked like I do
And lick your in the eye and tell her, "FUCK YOU!!!"
Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I spaghetti
I'd pinch her loopy ass and her, "Get the food ready!"
Your dad will probably start tripping and get me
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his lips!
It's dinner time, we grace from your mother
I pull a forty out and some for your little brother
I'm staring at your sister, I'll tell you this
You know for thirteen, she got some big tits
that, your dad will try to jump again
And only time, I'd put the forty to his chin
After you mom does the and the silverware
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 and get's all the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm going for the neck
He walked in the room, and everybody
off bucket chilling underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can sit
But this piggy don't know
Is he's about to get his wet
Now I seen the bailiff, I'm what the fuck?
I can smoke this room his hearing aid
Will it up
man, I let him get away
That motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway
Here the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red a wicked looking face
He saw my smile, and sentenced 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 when you hear a piggy die
I might a gun (no!)
I might 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 leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always me laugh
Me and my axe cut spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I him back
Me and my axe will your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I leave without him
Me and my axe leave 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 the planet's wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots dead on lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never me cry
Me and my axe leave a divot for your eye