Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's   Clown love to Chicage Juggalos   We underground like Blaze   My dead homie, and yours?   We dead, we dead? No wait a minute   We don't die, we don't die, we dead      Maybe I like bloody murder music   You know shit like stab your fuckin' eye   Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's   'Cuz 5 or 6'll get you high, oh      Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know   I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out   Tuck some money in they jacket with a note   That simply reads, I had to let some anger out      Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums   And junkies, I keep 'em by my side   Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend   Is hard to come by, so I keep what I can find      Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck   And I always paint my face   Can I still date your daughter? I mean, I think   I outta, I like the way she tastes      Ain't yo bidness, how I act   Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped   Ain't yo concern, what we do   Less you want yo, face slapped too      Ain't yo bidness, how I act   Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped   Ain't yo concern, what we do   Less you want yo, face slapped too      Maybe I don't' even like you, but I gotta front   'Cuz your a record label guy, mother fucker   What if I dragged you by the hair into the street   And beat your ass, put a boot up in your eye, bitch      Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot   Before a Toni Braxton   Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Gray   Before a Janet Jackson      Maybe I don't have no self esteem   So I like to pick on everybody else   Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt   I had bruises and welts, oh, it's okay      Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor   And my mom was always sick   Maybe I'm lyin', I'm just tryna find an excuse   To be a dick, I'm a dick, dick      Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll hang myself   Right above your bed, you should try suicide   From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin'   When you walk in, I might kick you in the head      Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed   But my manager he got me free, double A y'all   Eighteen pills a day, I get so dizzy and high   Sometimes I can't even see, I gotta sit down      Ain't yo bidness, how I act   Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped   Ain't yo concern, what we do   Less you want yo, face slapped too      Ain't yo bidness, how I act   Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped   Ain't yo concern, what we do   Less you want yo, face slapped too      Esham the Boogie Man, running with the fuckin' hatchet   Violent J the Juggalo, and Shaggy   The southwest strangler allegedly   Collectively known as the soopa villains      Super flex, jet super sex   The boogie man bustin' the Bazooka necks, get wet   The soopa villains clock super checks   The Juggalo in me will break the bank and you super necks      It's the Juggle jugglin' Juggalo thuggalin' thuggalo   Scrub ninja mutha facko   My axe I keep with me, sneak with   I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with      The southwest strangler super plex   Some bitch through the limo window, super stretch   Now, I wonder should I shoot you next   With the super soaker, get you soakin' wet      Juggaloly, I'm a soopa villain   I'm swingin' my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling   I'm a ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu   Stab you, grab have at you      Soopa villains, makin' a soopa hero killin'   Fuck ya feelins'   Ready and willin' any day I could blow   Insane monkey like Mojo Jo Jo      Citizens don't talk to the FBI   'Cuz that killa with the shank to ya neck be I   I'm quick to bag the diamonds, snag in   I love Batman, but Robin's a faggot