Fuck The Fuck Off

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death… Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death. Guess who's back in this bitch again With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin I'm 2 Dope Switch my shit up, no For these hands to grope hoes, and bitches hoe Now everybody thinks their shits the wickedest Them hoes spittin wicked shit is ridiculous Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies > From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh Ain't no f**kin' body bout to hang with this Fans get punched in the head with a ba*s Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face f**k off, this shot, spin my nuts Ya'll be s*ckin more d**k than sluts I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness Now f**k the f**k off, who finna bump this? Chorus: (x2) This shit ain't for pus*y heads (So f**k off) This ain't for you rookie kids (f**k the f**k Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f**k off) This the shit that brings the dead out (f**k the f**k Off) I don't need a f**kin band for my beats Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks The stage, the mic, and a Juggalo army Hoes climb up and try to grind on me Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage Gets punched in the a*s and kicked in the face f**k your dresscode, I swing my balls f**k your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls Securities look like weak a*s wrestlers Pettin' kids down like child molesters I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm Shaggs the Clown We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks In the little yellow bus, packed full of retards And we off the charts, under the radar Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are Chorus: (x2) This shit ain't for pus*y heads (So f**k off) This ain't for you rookie kids (f**k the f**k Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f**k off) This the shit that brings the dead out (f**k the f**k Off) CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6) Diss my shit and get shot in the back You ain't gonna be the first bitch I smacked The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove On who? Us? Me? Shit, please Lick these You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me And tell your mom to f**kin f**k off for me f**k these hoes, they tryina take riches I'm the Southwest Strangla, windpipe tangala I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof Skeet on your face is the only proof f**k Off! That is what I tell the Earth I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth So who the f**k you think you're f**kin with? YOU CAN f**k THE f**kIN' f**k OFF, BITCH! Chorus: (x4) This shit ain't for pus*y heads (So f**k off) This ain't for you rookie kids (f**k the f**k Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f**k off) This the shit that brings the dead out (f**k the f**k Off) Hehehehehehhoohohooo