[Violent J]  Drank my last cup of dead body stew  Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!  Nobody knows what I'm about  Walk around town with my guts hanging out  Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes  Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows  Why do I do the things that I do?  Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too  Fucked your mother at the Motel 8  Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake  Daddy walks in and see the sick clown  Moving his butt-cheeks up and down  Nate the Mack and Jump Steady  Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee  I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks  And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks  Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones  Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones  Why do we do the things that we do?  Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?    [Chorus (2x)]  Why do we do the things that we do?  Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue  Why do we do the things that we do?  Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too    [Violent J]  Never had life, always been dead  Gotta metal plate in the back of my head  Lemon drops, lick lollipops  I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops  Clown cutters, much clown luv  Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub  Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price  Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops  Grew another head and I had it lopped off  But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg)  Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock  My dingaling swings when I run down the block  No, I don't sing in a rock band  "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man"  Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton  Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping  Why do we do the things that we do?  Now who the fuck asked you, bitch?    [Chorus (7x)]