We got many psychopathic on this track Choppin off wigs a flyin guillotine attack Jumpsteady, a shocker, the blue blockers A Bruce Lee one inch punch heart You mess my own, turn ya to stone, Give ya busy from an undertaker's phone That's full three fold justice, muthafucker Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin I see ho is waitin for me Muthafucka, a friend I gotta glock that bucks than a drill team sergeant Never been a bitch, gots to get respected The target is ejected with the venom my weapon Then ya is deceased I strike ya in jaw Ain't no time tell yo mama that you love her Ain't no on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a corpse Violent J y'all and I'm outta Steady slappin' off the California highway Rockin a chemical imbalance and a school bus Full of screamin lil kids, we 90 plus cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em Bustin shots, swervin and throwin at em in a chopper and away we get Watchin everybody else over the cliff the tripe X balla I'm in wit yo mama But yo daddy be playa hatin so I call her I'ma go see my level flow Callin storm, shadow, know, we slicin atcha dome Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on? My appetite is planetary when I'm screamin (Uuniiiiiicornn!) Show me who we bumpin on, show me who we wit like some lunatics to get into some killer shit S-H-A- G-Y Why? I run wit a hatchet guy Let me go ahead and check my (Fo whut?) So I can see how time you got (Ah!) Before the that I run wit swings dowwwn And splits yo (shit!) I understand why everybody to be down with me I'm runnin with Psychopathic, we crazier than a ABK in this bitch No badge, no cuffs, no Bout to ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell Detroit family on the scene Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know I mean Taking over the world no means to quit With some underground hatchet illusional shit Wha! Legz in this bitch Making hair stand up on the back of your I'm comin for you haters, little you are You can run, you can hide, but you get far Bullets for your credits, yo mouth How you talkin that shit? You get yo fuckin brains out Your game is weak, the are high, and so am I I don't live and let live, I an eye for an eye Psychopathic ninjas on a killing Creeping in the shadows of Psychopathic ninjas you never see As the blade becomes your reality This no two hand touch so get yo helmet on All you might get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn We some grave diggers wit the and boots We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under I'm on a whole different Leave you and the In the With a that says 'Heaven Or Bust' I'm not yo priest or yo But I've been known to a mic That'll make you to God I was heaven sent For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death above To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a and a trenchcoat Chillin first class, steady sippin on a To a paranoid cop, I'm a of Morton's list For a crab, I'm an elusive and deadly At your birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer a cake As you why your best friend is three hours late I can still that heater in my back (Where at?) On the stable on the roof bustin with my gat The surface is with bullets, we flyin through the air 'cause I of da roof, 30 feet without a care Just to break off my leg and Get up and beat a pig with it 'cause cops ain't shit, they get muthafuckin throat cut And wrapped in sheets and tossed up in my trunk What! A Bruce brother nerd sippin slurpies Rockin a rare breed of Sudanese Raised in the jungle, communicate with I'll squeeze throat piece off til it breaks a boa constrictor A inflictor Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter always be underground, not just at first I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out Fred Durst Fat kids big and fuckin like marshmellows And stomp holes in fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the But I love the juggalettes peach faygo Newports and a to fuck And a half of cup of syrup when it's to get drunk Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco And my hatchet in the air screamin y'all! I'm the urban in your back seat With a hook to your head while your down the street Most people, they at me and run They get up in the club and I out a gun Ya know your That's me under it Pull the covers your head, I'ma smother it Then it's back off the moonlit sky Throw hatchets high! you non juggalos gonna do? We know you see us, a gang of painted faces comin You gonna run, you gonna You gonna try to say you got ya one just to stay alive It don't work bitch even try I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun that I Comin thru your dome, one and all It'd be a shame to see a muthafuckas fall I'm givin props to my homies on the southwest Psychopathic family til the day we die I'm off into the street them tapes Shoutout to A and the money he makes Esham, my dogs runnin on the side My street gang's grown, worldwide My juggalos, we one big It's the Chaos Theory, get wit it ninjas on a killing spree Creeping in the of eternity ninjas you will never see As the blade becomes your reality Yeaaaaah!!
out! *prison slams*
So how you been here, old man? 20 Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got up on some serious shit. I'll be out in 3 years. You ever thought about escapin this place? Sure I do, but ya see those walls and those guntowers and all them guards. Makes it almost impossible for an old man like me to try and get out of here. Besides, I escape every night. the one thing they can't lock up is your mind unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape these walls, and I...