"ICP, Esham, and the 2 Live Crew are coming to destroy you. Resistance is futile"       (Esham)    I was dreaming when I wrote this so forgive me    If it goes astray, scalp your shit like ABK    And hand you back a toupee,    Soopa Villains on the caper    Stack my paper like a sky scraper    Fuck 8 mile you gone die hater faker    Play ya like an instrumental murder mental    Lincoln Continental, when I hit you roll up in a rental    Shoot out all your windows    Living the life of infamy    Until the Lord sent for me    Ain’t no sympathy, murder symphony, drinking Hennessey       (Fresh Kid Ice)    Come with me just follow me    Let me take you to a place where you wanna be    Fresh Kid Ice out with ICP    Juggalo love for all to see    No matter what they say    All my family come out to play    Lovin' fat bitches they run away       HOES, hoes get outta line    We'll beat them, beat them    That’s how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them       Cause bitches love me cause of who I am    Fresh Kid Ice, the China Man    Hate on the fam    We don’t give a damn step in the ring get body slammed       (Violent J)    I need a minute but I ain’t got one damn-it    Your head I slam it    I take this dick and neden ram it    The man I am it    I’m sniffing cocaine    Until I’m propane    I’m choking, and smoking    They know my name is spoken    It's me and Fish, Esham, and Shaggy, Bitch    17 sleeping pills    In the banana clip    I jack my dick off to watch you lick it    I’m sick and wicked    Now chose between death and dying    I’ll let you pick it, dig it dig it what       (Fish & Grits)    I roll through this bitch,    pimping the game    Flipping the lame    Everyday shit don’t change    Bitch you better have my money fo sho    Stop giving dick since ’84    Fuck free pimping, yea you know me    Ain’t Fish & Grits if it ain't got no grease    Every one knows say we moving on up    Hoes better love this nasty stuff       (Shaggy 2 Dope)    Man fuck all your bitches    I’m sick of this bullshit    It's raining diamonds and your full of that bullshit    It’s a meteor about to smash into Earth    I hope you die mothafucka it's all you worth    And when you chilling 6 feet    I be floating high strictly off contacts    and raspberry vodka    So I hope its somebody left to reminisce    over your bitch ass    They showing up missing yet       (Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J)    If this mic was a biatch    We’d be running a train    We’d all be spanking that ass    We would all be getting brains    We treat the mic like a pussy    And hit it with different styles    We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild       (Esham)    I sit back and I think    With this blunt and this drink    Should I slit my fucking wrist?    Bloods dripping on the sink    Do I need to see a shrink?    Bloods on my white meat    I’m writing rhymes in blood cause I don’t use ink    Keep my eyes on the pride    You might miss it if you blink    Shooting torpedoes at your ship so it might sink    Flows ice cold froze like it’s a ice rink    So singing these lyrics might get you in the clink       (Fresh Kid Ice)    I remembered his head between your legs    All up in the pussy in the bed    Don’t you wanna play with me?    Fresh Kid Ice fill the fantasies    Cause it ain’t nothing wrong bout having sex    Line them up lets see who’s next       HOES, hoes get outta line    We'll beat them, beat them    That’s how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them       (Violent J)    I'm flat broke    from that smoke    My gats broke    So I’m strangling somebody for they money    Getting bloody cause I'm nutty like your ball bag    I’m killing all fags    Cause I love to get pussy    When it's wet and mushy    I’ll let you work me from here to Turkey    If you with it baby, unless you rocking herpes    You can forget it baby    The only ice I got be on your wife’s neck    And I got it yet but I’m about to get it bit       (Fish & Grits)    So stop playing cause it ain’t no game    I got 16 in the clip and one in the chams    I’m ready to blow your brain, let you t-shirt stain    Nigga from Miami so I'm a hurricane    Flipping every corner when I’m hitting the block    Rolling every corner when were dropping the top    Nigga damn know you better check my style    2 Live Crew we’ll never die       (Shaggy 2 Dope)    Popping wheelies backward or driving forwards    In the Escalade    getting my dick sucked from the back like always    Whiten out hoes eyes like bitch what bring it    Put that neden back in those panties hoe its stanking    Got 26 pumps working and they fully juiced    I be banging with my homies like the hoover deuce    All I’m saying, me E, J Fish and Ice    We hold it together like the    mothafucking wire splice, bitch       (Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J)    If this mic was a biatch    We’d be running a train    We’d all be spanking that ass    We would all be getting brains    We treat the mic like a pussy    And hit it with different styles    We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild       Fresh Kid Ice    China Man    He fucked that bitch in the face    Yeah, yeah    Esham, Esham hit that shit doggy style    And made that bitch bark at the moon    At the moon    Shaggy....