: (feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins
(feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins then
miles paper chasin I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C., I don't play
Theres a thousand niggas out here reppin' they hood You don't even wear ya new shit Cause you ain't ready to brawl man I bump you, and you ain't even
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should
know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might wobble but we don't fall down We take the gospel
's wearin' thin Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same Called me "Rock Superstar", "
you can't fuck wit the sniper Your flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody
a let you know You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock Kid Rock never rode a bike down
Attack) Carefull. (Don't get hurt) Look in my mind. (Panic Attack) Look in my mind. (Try not to get hurt) Look in my mind Carefull. (Don't get hurt)
, and though i'm not i'dk now that i can't so i would never stop (repeat 3x) and i don't know myself anymore and i don't know who i am anymore except
live And I'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent I don't know where my meds went, they been spent And I'm bent, I don't remember yesterday at all I'm barkin
on his lap Rude Boy wasn't lookin, we hit a crack head Flippin off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret Insane Clown
: [Violent J (Shaggy)] (Hey yo J) What's up player? (You know they don't like juggalos over there) Right (50 bucks says you don't get nothin) Man
glaze grabbin a j I don't give a fuck, But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown I had the secretary
Then tell me are you down with the clown? HEY! Hey, bitch boy! (huh?) What you doing around here you little bitch? (um...) Don't you know you're on clown
goin on You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn't of brought your ass along It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't no place to run And plus I pack a
we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too [Violent J] Never had life, always
