| 作曲 : Monoxide, Violent J | |
| Smoke a square and then prepare yourself | |
| Monoxide, | |
| Monox-boogie, | |
| Mo-Diddy, | |
| Mo-Something | |
| Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch | |
| Me and Violent, | |
| Me and Violent | |
| JI'm the wickedest of wicked and by far | |
| I'm destined for greatness | |
| Killing off you people hate this | |
| Now you can raise us in the top notch | |
| Mag or book | |
| And we still won't give you fags a look | |
| Bitch boy, | |
| I'm gay-bashing | |
| Come see my gun | |
| I never hated fags till | |
| I got sued by one (by one) | |
| My mental picture is painting me something ugly | |
| And I still don't understand how my hands got all bloody | |
| It's the Juggla! | |
| A juggalo role-model | |
| I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle | |
| And then you meet me and expect a nice guy | |
| You're lucky | |
| I ain't stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs) | |
| When I sign an autograph, | |
| I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath | |
| With demons pissing on you like | |
| ROCK THE D | |
| EAD! (thoughts in my head) | |
| I'm getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking | |
| Violent JAnd we don't give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say | |
| We speak the word and he unheard the mystify | |
| And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye | |
| It's a long dark ride, where you going there ain't no holding back | |
| I'm the reaper in this bitch, there ain't no coming back | |
| My tongue in fact conceal a casket | |
| And spit some shit, so off the rip, it's a classic | |
| Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch | |
| Ain't yo mamma ever taught you shit | |
| We stab individuals in they fatal spots | |
| You got nine lives? | |
| Well I got 10 shots (yeah!) | |
| I remember when we first got started | |
| Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!) | |
| Finally got you in the front row wilin | |
| Now I'm gonna do it again with | |
| Zug Izland | |
| I'm a axe holder, user, deep throater | |
| Wouldn't know a juggalo if | |
| I showed ya shadowless | |
| My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass | |
| I see spirits and | |
| I talk to people that ain't there | |
| They seem to vanish in thin air | |
| Why don't you get ghost homie, raise up | |
| While me and | |
| Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?) | |
| Real ass juggalos is all | |
| I care about (who?) | |
| Fuck everybody else, and | |
| I don't want to hear about | |
| And I don't give a fuck if you know someone that's down | |
| I'll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around | |
| I won't sign nothing | |
| Fuck taking a picture | |
| Fuck shaking your hand, | |
| I'll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!) | |
| Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break | |
| There's your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch) |
| zuo qu : Monoxide, Violent J | |
| Smoke a square and then prepare yourself | |
| Monoxide, | |
| Monoxboogie, | |
| MoDiddy, | |
| MoSomething | |
| Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch | |
| Me and Violent, | |
| Me and Violent | |
| JI' m the wickedest of wicked and by far | |
| I' m destined for greatness | |
| Killing off you people hate this | |
| Now you can raise us in the top notch | |
| Mag or book | |
| And we still won' t give you fags a look | |
| Bitch boy, | |
| I' m gaybashing | |
| Come see my gun | |
| I never hated fags till | |
| I got sued by one by one | |
| My mental picture is painting me something ugly | |
| And I still don' t understand how my hands got all bloody | |
| It' s the Juggla! | |
| A juggalo rolemodel | |
| I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle | |
| And then you meet me and expect a nice guy | |
| You' re lucky | |
| I ain' t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet hound dogs | |
| When I sign an autograph, | |
| I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath | |
| With demons pissing on you like | |
| ROCK THE D | |
| EAD! thoughts in my head | |
| I' m getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking | |
| Violent JAnd we don' t give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say | |
| We speak the word and he unheard the mystify | |
| And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye | |
| It' s a long dark ride, where you going there ain' t no holding back | |
| I' m the reaper in this bitch, there ain' t no coming back | |
| My tongue in fact conceal a casket | |
| And spit some shit, so off the rip, it' s a classic | |
| Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch | |
| Ain' t yo mamma ever taught you shit | |
| We stab individuals in they fatal spots | |
| You got nine lives? | |
| Well I got 10 shots yeah! | |
| I remember when we first got started | |
| Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded whoohoohoohoo! | |
| Finally got you in the front row wilin | |
| Now I' m gonna do it again with | |
| Zug Izland | |
| I' m a axe holder, user, deep throater | |
| Wouldn' t know a juggalo if | |
| I showed ya shadowless | |
| My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass | |
| I see spirits and | |
| I talk to people that ain' t there | |
| They seem to vanish in thin air | |
| Why don' t you get ghost homie, raise up | |
| While me and | |
| Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up what? | |
| Real ass juggalos is all | |
| I care about who? | |
| Fuck everybody else, and | |
| I don' t want to hear about | |
| And I don' t give a fuck if you know someone that' s down | |
| I' ll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around | |
| I won' t sign nothing | |
| Fuck taking a picture | |
| Fuck shaking your hand, | |
| I' ll pull you at me and hit you plaw! | |
| Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break | |
| There' s your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch bitch, bitch, bitch |
| zuò qǔ : Monoxide, Violent J | |
| Smoke a square and then prepare yourself | |
| Monoxide, | |
| Monoxboogie, | |
| MoDiddy, | |
| MoSomething | |
| Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch | |
| Me and Violent, | |
| Me and Violent | |
| JI' m the wickedest of wicked and by far | |
| I' m destined for greatness | |
| Killing off you people hate this | |
| Now you can raise us in the top notch | |
| Mag or book | |
| And we still won' t give you fags a look | |
| Bitch boy, | |
| I' m gaybashing | |
| Come see my gun | |
| I never hated fags till | |
| I got sued by one by one | |
| My mental picture is painting me something ugly | |
| And I still don' t understand how my hands got all bloody | |
| It' s the Juggla! | |
| A juggalo rolemodel | |
| I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle | |
| And then you meet me and expect a nice guy | |
| You' re lucky | |
| I ain' t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet hound dogs | |
| When I sign an autograph, | |
| I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath | |
| With demons pissing on you like | |
| ROCK THE D | |
| EAD! thoughts in my head | |
| I' m getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking | |
| Violent JAnd we don' t give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say | |
| We speak the word and he unheard the mystify | |
| And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye | |
| It' s a long dark ride, where you going there ain' t no holding back | |
| I' m the reaper in this bitch, there ain' t no coming back | |
| My tongue in fact conceal a casket | |
| And spit some shit, so off the rip, it' s a classic | |
| Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch | |
| Ain' t yo mamma ever taught you shit | |
| We stab individuals in they fatal spots | |
| You got nine lives? | |
| Well I got 10 shots yeah! | |
| I remember when we first got started | |
| Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded whoohoohoohoo! | |
| Finally got you in the front row wilin | |
| Now I' m gonna do it again with | |
| Zug Izland | |
| I' m a axe holder, user, deep throater | |
| Wouldn' t know a juggalo if | |
| I showed ya shadowless | |
| My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass | |
| I see spirits and | |
| I talk to people that ain' t there | |
| They seem to vanish in thin air | |
| Why don' t you get ghost homie, raise up | |
| While me and | |
| Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up what? | |
| Real ass juggalos is all | |
| I care about who? | |
| Fuck everybody else, and | |
| I don' t want to hear about | |
| And I don' t give a fuck if you know someone that' s down | |
| I' ll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around | |
| I won' t sign nothing | |
| Fuck taking a picture | |
| Fuck shaking your hand, | |
| I' ll pull you at me and hit you plaw! | |
| Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break | |
| There' s your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch bitch, bitch, bitch |
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