(feat. Blaze & ICP)    Yo this is serious shit right here  Me and my boys, we don't fuck around  You know what I'm sayin'?  So if you diss me  My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with  You know what?  Y'all done fucked up  Here go the shittalkin'    You's a bitch ass hoe  What you really know about killas for real though?  Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics  We the rebels for the dead  Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin' head  And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little  Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital  Callin' me this, callin' me that  Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap  With the old school beat down, 10 on 1  I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from  Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at  Hopin' you come back, nigga fuck that  I'm the poster child of death  I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left  I ain't havin' that so fuck you bitch  Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit    Man I don't give a fuck how many records you sell  Stories you tell, nigga check yourself  And fuck that bitch that you're with too  When the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?  Probably at home bumpin' someone else  When the shit went down they told you fuck yourself  Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'  Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say something  Too many niggas wanna beat me up  Steal my shit, slap my bitch  I'm like fuck this  Now you know what it's like  To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday  Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some?  Seven video channels for my victims  I ain't havin' that fuck you bitch  Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit    We the things that go bump in the night  We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right  Bitch who you think you're fuckin' with?  We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it  With the hatchet on the back  While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac  We say fuck that, matter of fact  You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back  Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough  And all them skills don't mean shit when you get fucked up  So fuck your set, and fuck your crew  And fuck every muthafucka around and down with you  And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map  Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap  And I ain't havin' that fuck you bitch  Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit    Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoes  How the fuck you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?  Creators of the wicked, night breeders  No little bitch faggots with blonde   So anytime you see me in public  You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws full of dick  You can keep your muthafuckin' TRL  I stay with my army in the underground and stay real  And burn down your little TV set  String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck  Cause that's how we do all day  Cross to the other side bitch you're gonna pay  We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds  Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns  Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit  Bout to take it way beyond talkin' shit    Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included  Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed  We don't need your radios and MTV  Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we please  **** who's coat you ridin' on?  You gotta lick balls, and write him a song  You got his dick buried so far up your ass  It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that  And **** tried to warn ya  And there you are receiving the dick in California  While you gettin' fucked on the West coast  I'm at home fuckin' Kim ****  Fuck all you faggot ass sell out hoes  And fuck anybody denying the juggalos  Come to the underground and get bit  Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!