I see this hoe is waiting for me

Muthafucka, tell a friend

I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant

Never been a bitch, always got’s to get respected

The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon

The deadliest disease is when I strike ya in the jaw

Ain’t no time tell yo momma that you love her anymore

Ain’t no calling on your homies,

ain’t no calling on the Lord

Somebody shoulda told ya about fucking with a corpse

Violent J y’all and I’m outta control

Steady sniping off the California highway patrol

Rocking a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus

Full of screaming lil kids, we doing 90 plus

Running cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat them

Busting shots, swerving and throwing kids at them

Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get

Watching everybody else falling over the cliff

It’s the triple X balla

I’m in love with your momma

But your daddy be playa hating so I don’t call her

I’mma go see my ninja level flow

Calling Storm Shadow, let ya know, we slicing at ya dome

Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you tripping on?

My appetite is planetary when I’m screaming unicron

Show me who we bumping on, show me who we smoking with

Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit

S-H-A- double G-Y

Why? cause I run with a hatchet guy

Let me go ahead and check my watch

(Fo what?)

So I can see how much time you got

(Ah!)

Before the hatchet that I run with swings down

And splits yo face

(Shit!)

I understand why everybody wants to be down with me

I’m running with Jumpsteady

Psychopathic, we crazier than a muthafucka

ABK in this bitch undercover

No badge, no cuffs, no jail

About to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell

Detroit hatchet family on the scene

Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I mean?

Taking over the world with no means to quit

With some underground hatchet swinging illusional shit

What!

Legz Diamond in this bitch

Making hair stand up on the back of your neck

I’m coming for you haters, little bitches you are

You can run, you can hide, but you won’t get far

Bullets for your credits, running your mouth

How you talking that shit?

You get yo fucking brains blown out

Your game is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I

I don’t live and let live, I take an eye for an eye

Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree

Creeping in the shadows of eternity

Psychopathic ninjas you will never see

As the phantom blade becomes your reality

This ain’t no two hand touch so get yo helmet on

Or you might just get planted on yo neighbor’s front lawn

We some grave diggers with the shovels and boots

We on some wicked shit hiding in hubbles and under suits

I’m on a whole different level

Leave you and the devil

In the dust

With a sign sayin’ “Heaven Or Bust”

I’m not your priest or your reverend

But I’ve been known to bless a mic

That’ll make you swear to God that I was heaven sent

For a locust, I’m a hundred ton death from above

To O.J. Simpson, I’m a fingerless glove

For a pilot, I’m a ‘ghani with a beard and a trench coat

Chilling first class, steady sipping on a coke

To a paranoid cop, I’m a game of Morton’s list

For a crab, I’m an elusive and deadly cuttlefish

At your birthday, I’m Jeff Dahmer baking a cake

As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late

I can still rock that heater in my back

(Where it’s at?)

I’m the sniper on the roof busting shots with my gat

The suckas scattered when bullets,

is flying through the air

Cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a care

Just to break off my leg and shit

Get up and beat a mothafucking pig with it

Cause cops ain’t shit,

they get they muthafucking throat cut

And wrapped in bloody sheets

and tossed up in my trunk

What!

A Bruce brother nerd sipping gasoline slurpies

Rocking a rare breed of Sudanese herpes

Raised in the jungle, communicate with snakes

I’ll squeeze your throat piece off til it breaks

Like a boa constrictor

A pressure inflictor

Lotus Pod pro tool with a pit shifter

We’ll always be underground, not just at first

I ain’t trying to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst

Fat kids stay big and fluffy like marshmallows

And stomp holes in your fucking merry’s

like the Goodfellas

Not it for the cheddar, or in it for the hoes

But I love the Juggalettes like peach Faygo

Newports and a plan to fuck

And a half of cup of syrup when it’s time to get drunk

Nightclub in my trunk with my disco balls

And my hatchet in the air screaming fuck y’all!

I’m the urban legend in your back seat

With a hook to your head while your rolling down the street

Most people, they look at me and run

Like they up in the club and I pulled out a gun

Ya know your bed? That’s me under it

Pull the covers over your head, I’mma smother it

Then it’s back off into the moonlit sky (Woop Woop!)

Throw your hatchets high!

What you non juggalos gonna do?

When all you see is a gang of painted faces coming through

You gonna run, you gonna hide

You gonna try to say that you one

just to stay alive

It don’t work bitch don’t even try it

Bullet holes in your chest from the gun that I fired

Compliment, or don’t come at all

It’d be a shame to see a bunch of muthafuckas fall

I’m giving props to my homies on the southwest side

Psychopathic family til the day that we die

I’m off to the street team, slanging them tapes

Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes

Esham, my dogs running on the east side

My street gang’s growing, muthafucka worldwide

My Juggalos, we one big click

It’s the Chaos Theory, c’mon get with it

Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree

Creeping in the shadows of eternity

Psychopathic ninjas you will never see

As the phantom blade becomes your reality

Yeeeeaaaaah!!!

Light’s out!

(*Prison door slams*)

So how long you been here, old man?

(20 years)

Damn, that’s a longass time,

You musta got caught up on some serious shit.

I’ll be out in 3 years.

You ever thought about escaping this place?

(Sure I do, but you 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.

Cause the one thing they can’t lock up is your mind unless you let them

And everynight, I can dream.

That’s when I escape.

That’s when I escape these walls, and I…)