Let me see your thoat thing there buddy, I'ma chop it, see thy idea is to make you die (Stop it)
I don't know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to cut you off at thy wind pipe desperately, (Like, how about cuttin' your own neck?)
I did, seventeen times, why you think I talk like this? Before I cut myself THIS WAS MY VOICE
Now gimmie your neck pipe, you don't have no fuckin' choice (I'm not ready to die)
Neither was Easy E, what makes you so fuckin' special you can escape thy wrath (You mean Wraith)
I said Wrath, now shut thy fuck up, and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker (Pick somebody else)
I'm pickin' anybody I can find, and you happen to by thy next mother fucker in line (Ok lets do it)
Keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother fuckers I'm outta here
Let me make thy pain be gone I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm, I need to YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
Let me make thy pain be gone, I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm, I need to
(Ah ha... What kind of circus is this?)
How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked?
Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it and waited for thy nurse guy to bring me my tray
Jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way
Took all his keys and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out thy window
Then I turned around and went right back inside, once I realized I could of grabbed a gang of Formaldehyde
Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me; I played thy whole movie shits off like "You got me"
Laid there playin' dead and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket
By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away....
But was it thy real Violent J?
Let me make thy pain be gone, I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm, I need to YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
Let me make thy pain be gone, I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like / Murdering be giving me a calm, I need to YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
"It kills the pain... it's thy only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry"
Juggalo Scrub Chant:
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale... I'm so sorry I'm stale. But still I gotta murder your face... man I'm sorry I'm stale (Repeats)
