If your nuts hang
And you bang in a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?
Hey bitch boy
What ya doin around here you little bitch?
Don't you know your a clown now bitch boy?
Forks up, forks down we all got clown love bitch face
Hey what's your name?
Richie
Bitchy, you down with the clown bitchy?
You better run your little bitch ass home you little punk ass bitch
Smell the air that makes you sick
Psycho sick, psycho sick
In your town and gets inside your brain
Psycho sick insane
Who's to blame for what they've done?
Not the one, paint the gun
I'm the Jogalacaloacroni
Best believe me lonely
Some will say I'm in a gang
Gun to bang, nuts to hang
Like the wicked jokers down river
Quick to cut your liver
Sometimes bangers and they doom
Boom, boom, boom, shalock-lock, boom
I'm the other gang that's the offenda
But you best rememba
It don't matter which you pick
Cuz they sick, psycho sick
Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch
Cuz they got
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown luv (2x)
If your nuts hang
And you bang in a gang
Then tell me
Are you down with the clown?
Hey, I like riding on your daughties
Drinkin 40's at clown parties
Then I go back home to sewer drain
Call me shit for brains
I'm the joker junkie hobo
Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo
Watch me balance a telephone wire
Psycho set in fires
Caught me naked in a tree
Wasn't me I C P
Yes I sing in a rock and roll band
"Hey dude, what's up man?"
B-B-B-B-Boo had to scare ya
Rip and tear ya, cuz I dare ya
Cuz to body used to like to fuck
But now you dissed the buck
Buck, Buck, Buck, Bang, Bang, Bang
Gang, Gang, Bang, Dental slange
Better ask someone about Violent J
I got
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown luv (2x)
If your nuts hang
And you bang in a gang
Then tell me
Are you down with the clown?
Wicked town, wicked clown
Lets go ride the murder go round
Lunatic, Lunatac
Beat you with a cinder block
Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch
Smack you cross your fucken lips
Jugglers say, talk to much
I'm a nail your mouth shut
Die and sick of what you said
Swing my ax upside your head
Place the barrel in your mouth
Blow your fucken tonsils out
I'm a mime watch me go
Stue or Franky bitch ass hoe
I drop lines, make quick bucks
And your daughter sucks my nuts
Back to no, jokers wild
Yeah I said it, Wicked Wild
And I'll cut your bitchy ass, up, bitch
A lot of
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown luv

J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy
and he lived in his house
and um, he went to bed one day
and then when he woke up
um, and when he woke up
he was, he was up to his head in the dirt
and um, he couldn't move
and this man came walkin along
but instead of the man helping him out
the man just started kickin him
and kicken him in his face
over and over and then he got the lawn mower
and then he......
Trick or Treat bone appetite
All the little kiddies runnin down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk pass mine, what for?
Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes it takes but a minute
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside
Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died
Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy
Open your bag and I give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feat
Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs
And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years
Starting to weakening chained to the wall
Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes my little friend, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween
Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year once again
So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks
So I can shit in 'em you bitch
Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around
Don't come to my door dressed as a clown
Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way
Cuz I'm the real wicked Jugalocaro Violent J
Follow you around but I love my Halloween
You never get an apple or a purple jellybean
Droplets of chocolate a liquorish snack
Instead you get a deep friend French poodle nut sack
Looking out my door I see no children in sight
Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night
They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard
I light myself on fire and dance around my back yard
All the pretty girlies I can see were your at
Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat
Watchin you remove all your little clothesy's for bed
I crashed through your window and land on your head
Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone
Now I must leave mothers calling me home
Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene
Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween
Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag
Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fucken neck
And choke you with it wicked clown style
Ha ha fuck

Fat Sweaty Betty you bitch ain't nuthin new
Her ma's used to baby sit me back when we was 2
We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink
And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank
Well ah, she moved across town and never came back
Until the other day I seen her at the Chicken Shack
She said her name was Betty I can't believe the shit
The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty bitch
She said hey J tell me how you been
She had a piece of chicken and it stuck to her chin
I told her, hold still and flicked it off her face
And said "Betty oh Betty what ya say we leave this place?"
I took her back to the crib and hit it all night
I let my finger rub across the rippled cellulite
Oooooh it was nasty, but I don't let it bother me
She rolled over and fucken knocked the wind outta me
I couldn't breath she wouldn't stop I'm almost dead
I took the lamp and bust it on her fucken head
We got dressed I gave her a little kiss good-bye
Fat Sweaty Betty, m fat sweaty pumpkin pie
Fat Sweaty Betty
Tell me when your ready (2x)
The big fat flop of shit people call Betty
Lots of fat on her back her neck, Sweaty
Boogers runnin out her nose and over hung lips
Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips
But fuck all that cuz I wanna see the neden
I wanna see the cat that cheesy, cheesy, chin
Rode my bike to her house, hey yo Betty let me in
I'm packin some snack cakes, bitch let me in
I can hear commin down the stairs
She opened up the door in her mutha fucken underwear's
Eew, shit fuck that I'm turnen back
But then the door shut and she goin for the cake snack
I said relax hoe, I'm hear on business
You can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit
I need a favor, come on Betty drop them drawers
Ahhhh, I knew it, Betty hair balls
Oh, no here come that ass
From the top of the dresser with the Yokozuna Splash
I wish I never came
Oh boy do I wish
She Fat Sweaty Betty
The Sweaty Fat Bitch
Fat Sweaty Betty
Tell me when your ready

Okay class please settle down now
I'd like you to meat our new student
Ah um, Willy Bubba
Willy is from Kentucky
Welcome Willy I'll be your teacher
My name is Mrs. Felbee
Well I dropped out of school but I still hand in the halls
So there I was you never guess what I saw
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up
Hey Willy Bubba, Hubba, Bubba, Lubba
My name is Violent J but my homies call me chicken pluka
I been down with the clowns sense day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plunking to do
In these parts we tie you tot he desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest
Fist to your chin, kicks to your head
Last year we killed ad kid dead, haa, oh my fault
Walked into school there's hay in the hallway
Leadin to your locker
Walk up and sock ya
Then bounce your head around the classroom and act nutty
The teacher walks in and asks everybody
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup! Yup! (2x)
Willy, Willy, Bubba, Hubba, Lubba, Dubba, Dilly
Tell me why you talk to silly, bitch
You sound like you came from he land of the bigot's
Jolly your dickens
The land of the chickens
I guess you in season, I'm packin me a 44
Barrels to your head, and blow your face out your ass hole
POW! Bitch I'm Shaggy 2 Dope
I'm commin for your kid fold
You get your chin broke
And don't cry, and run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck speech
If she could, she wouldn't do a thang
She's my bitch and she loves to suck my Wang
You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick
You too slow Willy, cuz you a fat bitch
I caught you and got my hands all bloody
Teacher walks in and asks everybody
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup! Yup!
Ahh, check it out
Lets play Willy Bubba
And kill the Willy Bubba

I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fucken tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the black one
Pullen carcass J will be the Barrier
2 Dope will be the Carrier
And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fucken tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there
And I'll be able to put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will carry you there
It' will side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta, I'm fasta
You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullet yard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
Wakin back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepit mutha fucka was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree
And fallin on top of me
Back on my feet
As I began my face
Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But a nope, that's not how the shit goes
His head popped off and started nibblin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the left
I thought the carry one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cuz I can hear the loons in my head
It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
That's what happens when you be fucken around in the graveyard
Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
You scarier then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a horse
You think it's over no, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fucken head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you ain't no bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me
Commin from the PJP The Project Born
Is slashin but you best be watchin me
Cuz I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven
So why you gonna play hard?
Brother blow your hole card
And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
Deep underground
Never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceits
But who is this mutha fucka nocken at my tomb?
Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, it's the Ringmaster
Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decade I need to find a new head
And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt
And put in some work
One O'clock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got delt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard

Well it's on, it's on like neden hoe fuck
I'm 2 Dope and I'm fucken drunk
Walked into joint with my nuts hangin out my drawer
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jiffy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school when I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat fucken slob
I don't care about none of you bitches
Shut the fuck up and drop your britches
Cuz I'm robbin a bank
So I don't give a fuck about what none of ya thank
When I do show I wreck the place
I run around and start kicked bitches in the face
Cuz I ain't nuthin soft
So you and your boys can straight, FUCK OFF!
Suck my nuts
Bitch fuck you (4x)
When I was 8 I was on crack
I had Ms. Powtrain on the back
Fucken every school, every grade
I turned that bitches neden hair gray, he he he
Cuz the Dope is all that
My mammas a witch and my dads a hunch back
And nobody could fuck with me
I used to drive a horse to school G
With a stiff hangin out the back
Bitch you wouldn't know shit about that
That was one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date
Cuz I sure was nice and neat
And I'm sticken them in the back seat
Cuz if you know the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can, FUCK OFF!
Suck my nuts
Bitch Fuck you (4x)
What's up? Violent J
The Southwest Juggala
You know what I'm sayin?
I walk into a bitches house walk up to they mom
Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off!
Suck my nuts
Bitch Fuck you (4x)
I'm Violent J the mutha fucken blood sucken vampire
Please stomp on my head cuz it's on fire
I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it
NAHH, FUCK OFF BITCH THIS IS MY RECORD!!!
I walk up like a mental case
And start throwen left hooks at your face
I won't mix no rap with rock and roll
Like somebody else I know
Bitch boy you can suck my sack
After that you can kiss my ass crack
And them freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacks are fat, bitch
Cuz if you really wanna know what I think
I think your neden stink like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn
Taken two fat sacks of shit and get the fuck on
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch
Or I'm a have to bust your in your fucken lips
Next time you think I'm soft
I hope you remember to, FUCK OFF!
Suck my nuts
Bitch fuck you!!!!!!

I didn't mean to kill him
Listen to me, wait
I was talkin to a fine ass date
Fat titties, poofy like, POW
And she tellin me to come by, right now
Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon
No more lagin, I'm tagin
This bitch dead in the ping hole
Make me loose control
I showed up, I ring the ding-dong
Grippen my wing-wong, something's wrong
Who's this? Not a bitch, but a dude
And he's tellin me to beat it, fucken rude
It's Jimmy a man, a punk ass
So I threw a left hook on 'em, splash
Then I came back with a right hook, pow
He fell to the ground, I didn't mean to kill 'em
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x)
Oh fuck he showed up with a neck broke
25 to life, it's no joke
Don't die, bitch hang in there
I mean I really don't care, but come on
Move quick, I run to the hospital
Make sure he ain't dead yet, shit
There he is chillen with a neck braise
With a look on his face like, eh
Come on Jimmy it's me your homeboy
I even pored a little brew in your IV
Don't die, oh your tryin to sleep
"Fuck you, your punches are week"
So bitch you wanna talk shit again
I jump up with a boot to the chin
Pull his lung out and start choken
Ehh, his necks already broken
He swung hit me with a bed pan
I was just makin sure you ain't dead man
Fuck this, I grab a scalpel
And stick it down in his scalp, ugh
Calm down, he's dead now, fuck
Here comes somebody, better duck
Gotta hide dead Jimmy, quickly
A 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill 'em
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x)
Jumped out the window, I drug him home
Jimmy's dead and I'm finna get the bone
If they catch me, ah the death chair
I don't care, they'll never find him here
(Ring) Jimmy will you get that?
What the fuck? He's dead, I'm wick whack
I'm nervous scared and skitzo
Ha, ha, ha, woo, ha, hello?
Oh Jimmy they bought it, he
They'll never know I killed his bitch ass
Fuck it though, Jimmy's my room mate
He doesn't even eat that much, and that's great
We just chill all day watch videos
Call dominoes and flick off his toes
Make 'em land in the fish tank, watch 'em sink
Let them sink, Fuck Off
I didn't mean to kill 'em
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby

Ahhh make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze again
I came up, walkin down Boulevard
Then this girl, she makes my nut sack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin else that I less hate
Hey man jump in, toots, hungry?
Well I got some, nuts
Oh shit, she's runnin on my Wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a French fry
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any
Jenny, Linny, Sydny, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke a neck, bitch
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin
Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never though, I've be a lunatic
A descrase
A dropped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck deer
Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
Burry them in my back yard
With a twisted spine broken bones
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla

Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling horses, horses, horses, horses. Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling (gunshot)
Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell ringing bells at the malls
Dancer Prancer Nixon and Quipid
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh
I sat around all night under the chimney
Holdin my sack like gimme gimme
I know that he's commin he's commin he must
Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust.
Turn on my TV the very next day
I see your gettin paid leaden the prepaid
I'm that sniper on the buildin
Listen to my nine go click, Santa's a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch
Another year and I ain't get shit
Another year I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
Ohh my undertaker
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah I got somethin to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cupboards
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few numbers could you help me out
Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak
No kinda gift I didn't get shit
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
It's all because, Santa's a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe
Another year and I ain't got shit
Another year I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Rouldolf that's the ghetto ho-ho those boys and girls don't deserve anything" (in Background: Slay bells ringling jing jing jingle-ling horses,
horses, horses, horses)

Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friend
But Rudolf, he don't bring his slay my way
Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
All the little rich bays they gettin paid
Countin the toys and ducats they made
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill that fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
He ate too much McDonalds
Another year and I ain't get shit
Mrs. Claus is a ho
If I hear him land on my roof
Slice that bitch in the big red coat
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the neighborhood Christmas and everything's whack
Not a creature sturrin but a fuckin rat
I ain't hearin jingle bells I ain't hearin nuttin
Ain't smellin no turkey sure as hell ain't no stuffin
All that I paid
Wished and prayed
That fat mutha fucka would swing my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber balls
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house
There be no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain't get shit
Another year I ain't get shit
If I hear him land on my roof
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I ain't get shit
I ain't ge-et shi-it
If I hear him land on my roof
Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile, a bright red hat you can see for a mile, a bag full of goodies and a great big grin, hear comes
Santa Claus again."

It's over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (2x)
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what left
Time for your homeboy to find a new click
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
Let it out there's nothin left cuz your facin death
If you see god give my blessings if he's up there
And tell that man how you spent your life here
Plus the rat and street
Deal smoke from the heat
And your feeling weak
Cuz the led got you going to sleep
It's gettin deep
Know your peace
Cuz there gonna fuck your freak
In between the sheets
And the face they drop the leaky leaks
You hear some sirens think about who what firin
See your partner blurry front his sport up to island
Holdin lots of faith want to survive to retaliate
Then comes the Reaper, it's the Grim Reaper at your door, but wait
Can you feel it? Pumpin on your spirit
Got you screamin out for mommy dearest
You wanna live, keep on twitchin must bitten
Time ticken is the hour for the witchen
It's over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (2x)
Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares
Time for the reverend to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for your critter hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick base
you sit in the dark with maggots crawlin on your face
Bitches are backstabbers
Hold your red and friend bank robbers
Reachin out just to get phatter
Throw stuff to your soon to be wife and your phat ride
Is in the back seat, catchin it from the back side
You wish you had some rum
Feeling numb
Were the noise at?
Loosen it, were my boy's at?
Hallucinate so you gassed it
From your soon to be bashit
Cuz you slipped and got blasted
Visualizing your good times
Ambulance 59 minutes later
Now your on the respirator
Need all the shit
Your loosin consciousness
Your mind flashin
And your phat ride crashin
Un-happy family
And it's costin, black roses
Bear on the concrete
Blunts in your caughin
It's all you get
A lost soul on a trip
Times up, Clock tick
Hour to be witched
It's over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (2x)
Time to sit and cry about the fact that your gone
Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out your place
Time for your love to go through your tape case
Time for your uncle to fell a little stress
Time for your step dad to give a fucks less
Time for the world to keep spinnin around
Even with you dead in the ground mutha fucka
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what left
Time for your homeboy to find a new click
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are