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!