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Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown love to chicago juggalos
We underground like blaze
My dead homie
And yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute, we don't die!
We don't die
We dead
Maybe I like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe I like eatin shit like tylenol pm's 'cause 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe I like punchin people I don't even know, I knock em flat up fuckin out (pah)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " I had to let some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by, so I'll keep what I can find (my boys)
Maybe I got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and I always paint my face
Can I still data your daugter? I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste
Ain't yo bidness
How I act!
Ain't yo bidness
Don't get slapped!
Ain't yo concern
What we do
Less you want yo
Face slapped too!
Maybe I don't even like you, but I gotta front 'cause your a record label guy (mother fucker)
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (puh! bitch!)
Maybe I would rather fuck a missy elliot before a tony... "braxton"
Maybe I would rather fuck a mecy grey before a janet... "jackson"
Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts "oh" (its ok)
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lying, I'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin when you walk I, I might kick you in the head (stook!)
Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed, but manager he got me free (double a yall)
Is pills a day, I get so dizzy and high, sometimes I can't even see, (i gotta sit down)
Ain't yo bidness
How I act!
Ain't yo bidness
Don't get slapped!
Ain't yo concern
What we do
Less you want yo
Face slapped too!