|
No! No!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!! |
|
"Next." "Uh, yes Mr. Gatekeeper, now we have, uh, Joeseph Bruce, also known as Violent J." "Oh yes, I've heard of that hideous fuck. Tell me, what makes you think I'd EVER allow you into these pearly gates?" "Wait man, lemme explain dawg!" |
|
First I was born young and healthy |
|
I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy |
|
Can't forget my first day at school |
|
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool |
|
Get my education |
|
A job and a family, a good reputation |
|
And what about grade two? |
|
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight |
|
through |
|
But I'm packing a textbook |
|
So don't fuck with me cause I'm going to grade three! |
|
Thank god it's lunch in a minute |
|
Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it |
|
And it ripped my tongue off |
|
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss? |
|
Finally had to step out |
|
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck |
|
out |
|
Who knows where the road led? |
|
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head |
|
So I'm like fuck that! |
|
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack |
|
And I'm straighter than a fucking light post |
|
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most.. |
|
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck |
|
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck |
|
And thrown about a block |
|
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock |
|
Holding my sign I'll work for crack |
|
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back |
|
And I'm sleeping in the gutter |
|
Right next to Champtown's mother |
|
I'm eating dead rats in the street |
|
I keep on checking for my own heart beat |
|
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five |
|
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive |
|
Got my first taste of life in hell |
|
I ate a dead man, shh, but don't tell |
|
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change? |
|
I'll cut your face off and eat your brains |
|
You know all about me |
|
You act like you ain't never seen "Penitentiary" |
|
"We the jury find the defendant guilty of 47 counts of first degree murder." "Very well. Mr. Bruce, do you have any last words before your sentence?" "Yeah...your mudda." |
|
"Fine...LIFE IN PRISON MOTHAFUCKA!!" |
|
Spitting and cussing and you know I'm pissed |
|
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists! |
|
And I'm heading for the slammer |
|
Serial killer, all on the camera |
|
First day, they broke my back |
|
Next day, they broke my neck |
|
Third day, they broke my leg |
|
Fourth day, they broke my head |
|
Swallowing kept on trucking |
|
But there'll be no fucking |
|
That's strictly for the soft |
|
Ain't seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off |
|
So I'm finna escape |
|
How much shit can one klepto take? |
|
"Stop, fool! Stop or I'll fire!" |
|
Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire |
|
I'm all tangled up, |
|
Cut-cut-cut |
|
Slit...slit-cut-cut |
|
You don't love me, I really don't care |
|
Tie my ass up in the electric chair |
|
I got no family, I got no friends |
|
I pray to God that my life ends |
|
"Do you have any last words my son?" "Yes Father, I do." |
|
"SO WHAT!!!" |
|
They thought that they had killed me |
|
They took me to the morgue |
|
I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board |
|
I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill |
|
But then I jump out knife swinging all about |
|
And |
|
motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill! |
|
I used to wonder what life's about |
|
Until it chewed me up and spit me out |
|
Your ghetto created a psycho nut |
|
Not just psycho, psycho nut |
|
Now I'm living in the walls of your house |
|
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse |
|
I'm packing a sickle, I'm on your roof and I'm playing |
|
the fiddle |
|
You want me in a straight jacket |
|
Cause when I see a throat, I'm a hack it |
|
Where I'm at? What's my name? |
|
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train |
|
And it ripped my legs off |
|
Ha! nothing but a minor cough, |
|
You can't get me I swing from a tree |
|
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me |
|
Everybody's end make two cents |
|
My branch broke and I fell on a picket fence |
|
I'm stuck and they're coming to get me |
|
Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me |
|
I'm stuffing them back in |
|
Fuck! They won't go back in |
|
Now my life's gettin' dense |
|
Cause my heart's still beating on a wooden fence |
|
They shoot me up and down |
|
Thinking thinking thinking clown |
|
Wicked wicked wicked clown |
|
You wanna know about a wicked clown |
|
You wanna know!! |
|
You wanna know!! |
|
You wanna know all about a wicked clown |
|
A wicked clown |
|
A wicked clooooooooown...... |
|
You wanna know about a wicked clown... |
|
I never had it made! |
|
I never had it made! |
|
You wanna know...you wanna know I never had it made! |
|
A wicked clown |
|
You wanna know... |
|
You wanna know about a wicked clown... |
