[Incomprehensible]   As for years, they have killed one another of   And America has enjoyed its creation   But now these ghetto minded criminals   Have crossed the line into your neighborhood   And will soon give you a taste of the hell   That they have lived for so long   So pops, this time it's your son gets shot   Deal with your own creation      Well, I've been to the storm house and then some   Payed me dues, but I'm still a street hoodlum   Dropped out of school, 'cuz I couldn't find my locker   Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca      Might see me sleeping on the street   Don't look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs looking for me   Then it all went to my head   Next thing, forty nine motherfuckers dead      Tell the pigs, I did it, place spot at your back   And beat you in the head with it   And keep your bitch in place   Or I'ma send her ass home with a foot print on her face   I'm hating sluts, shoot them in the face   Step back and itch my nuts, 'less I'm in the sac   'Cuz I fuck so hard, it'll break they back      All the pressure's packed into one nut   I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up   And the sight'll make ya sick   Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic, psychopathic      Thought you knew it bitch   The ICP is made up of psychotic   Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers   And when we'll put a hook on your dumb leg   Like it ain't nobody's business      So, I'm standing by the train tracks   Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe   I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and   Ah, until I'm nothing      Seems like I always get beat down   Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown   Tail turned out to the ghetto 'cuz   Southwest Detroit is commended one's home      So you might see me at a festival   Cussin', rude and scratching my testicles   With a cold two litre in hand   Rapping to the bitch at the French fry stand      Take it to the Patent Park   Then I'll make a sexist remark   'Cuz they're all eventually bitching   Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen      Police don't like me, it's obvious   Just don't look in the trunk   Or the sight'll make you sick   Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic