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insane clown posse - ain't yo' bidness lyrics

(intro)
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

violent j:
maybe i like bl–dy, murder music, you know sh-t like “stab your f-ckin’ eye”
maybe i like eatin’ sh-t like tylenol pm’s cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
maybe i like punchin’ people i don’t even know, i knock ’em flat up f-ckin’ 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 weirdoes, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep ’em by my side (what up?)
maybe mama 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 date your daughter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste

chorus:
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!

violent j:
maybe i don’t even like you, but i gotta front cause you’re a record label guy (mother f-cker!)
what if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your -ss, and put a boot up in your eye (puh! b-tch!)
maybe i would rather f-ck a missy elliot before a tony… “braxton”
myabe i would rather f-ck a macy grey before a janet… “jackson”
maybe i don’t have no self esteem so i like to pick on everybody else
maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts “oh” (it’s ok)
maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
maybe i’m lying, i’m just tryna find an excuse to be a d-ck, i’m a d-ck – d-ck
maybe i’m upset that you left me, i’ll hang myself right about 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 my manager he got me free (double a ya’ll)
18 pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can’t even see, (i gotta sit down)

chorus: sh-ggy 2 dope, violent j and a gang of juggalos:
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!

hidden song soopa villians

intro part, syn:
esham the boogie man, running with a f-ckin’ hatchet
violent j the juggla, and sh-ggy 2 dope the southwest strangler, allegedly. collectively known as….

the ring leader:
the soopa villians!!! esham:
super flex, jet super s-x, the boogie man busting the bazooka necks, get wet the soopa villians clock super checks the juggalo in me will break the bank and your super necks

violent j:
it’s the juggla juggalin’, juggalo thuggalin’ thuggalo, scrub ninja, m-th- facko
my axe i keep with, me sneak with, i creep with, sever skulls and sleep with

esham:
the southwest strangler super plex, some b-tch through the limo window, super stretch
now i wonder should i shoot ya next, with the super soaker, get ya soaking wet

violent j:
juggaloly, i’ma soopa villian, i’m swinging my swords and i’m all up on the ceiling
i’ma ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like sabu, stab you, grab have at you

esham:
soopa villians, making a super hero k!lling, f-ck ya feelings
ready and willing any day i could blow, insane monkey like mojo jojo

violent j:
citizens don’t talk to the fbi, cause that k!lla with the shank to ya neck be i
i’m quick to bag the diamonds, nab it, i love batman, but robin’s a f-ggot, (f-ggot)

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