you will see me n my boys drinkin faygo on da corner store
pissin off the clerk fightin askin' fo more
everyday ain't no average day, no chores
if only i got enough money to buy a hatchet, i b splittin whores cuz dis
bitches be bitchin cuz i aint got a dolla $$$
and i always gotta run to my homies and give dem a holla
im like the middle man doin all da shit
well once i get enough money im gonna get yo wig split.

i no i aint got the merch and i dont look like a juggalo
but it aint da image its a frame of mind so
shut the fuck up and if you dont like me
you can fuck off and get yo ass kicked fo free.
im so sick and insane ill kick a kid in da head
in da middle of class call a bitch a fucker make his face turn red
i got glasses but that dont distort my image
im a crazy MOTHERFUCKER and ill fight you like no scrimmage

I am sorry, but I have to say....
It needs a <u>lot</u> of work.
But keep trying.
And don't worry I am still working on mine!

you can tell who who i am buy my red shoe laces
cause they be around ya neck given all blue faces
we aint ever gonna see eye to eye
life's too short to let haters jus walk buy
hit em with the shovel in they chest
bury them down feet till i hit seis
take the heat they punished others with
i do my job all haters will be a myth
known as the wicked witch doc of the east
come near him and u leaving piece by piece
now your skeez is mine sheet by sheet
Honestly, im puttin u to honor g
candle light vigils and the news to monitor me

I got face paint and bloody fuckin axes
we make bitches run as the big man relaxes
but now deals goin as slow as molasses
times runnin out i gotta sell dis acid
trippin haters make my job worse than it is
i got the underground homies workin like its a biz
nothin i own is really mine
they got nothin on me but hey that's fine
i just need a fuckin' sign to tell me why
is it a divine right? from the wicked clown
its funny cuz in the dark my victims make no sound
once i get my hatchet i aint never let it drop
ill do anything to make yo neck pop aint i wont stop
nothin makes me smile more than to see them bloody guts
some call me psycho and some call me nuts
when i swing i like to scream
I swing with a team just to blow off some steam
sometimes i like to dream if i was alive again like what it would seem
it lowers my esteem but im still fuckin supreme

jaden is this you?

No, it's me