17 Dead

Lyrics

[Intro] Why must my visions be so clear? The truth? The truth, I've got work to do [Verse 1: Violent J] I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by, but I must have just missed him Am I in a Southwest street gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang But do you care? I got stabbed in the eye and you wasn't no where And what about the time I got fucked When I got shot in the throat... fuckin' sucked But your news wasn't on that You could give a fuck less nevertheless, unless Something happened in your suburbs I'ma cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd I don't give a fuck where you're from, boy So don't tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck It's all about what's going on in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead [Chorus] Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead? Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead (And the seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection) [Verse 2: Violent J, Esham] I woke up next to a dead body Roll it out the way and jump out of bed Strap on my kicks and step out my room 'Cause somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass I'ma kick somebody in they dead ass Quick to make a left on Jefferson And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun Am I just seeing things, no Is your mother a soggy ho I like to drink Faygo, out in front of Scottie's But then one by one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies But I'm straight with that Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit Yo, wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day I got to wonder if they do Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too I can't do much, but they can But those motherfuckers got a death wish, man I'm gonna swim in their bloodshed Just to justify the seventeen dead [Chorus] Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead? Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead (And the seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection) [Bridge: Shaggy 2 Dope] Yeah, dead bodies man They ain't so bad I mean uh, they're all over the neighborhood and shit you know But they don't be fuckin' with you They just lay there dead as shit I mean they tasted kind of straight With a little mustard, man Yeah, much you know what I'm sayin... [Verse 3: Violent J] Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lighting up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath Looking at you makes me go batty Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy 'Cause he's nothing but a redneck ho Him and his kind created this ghetto They can't deal with their own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation, heh But it don't work like that Knock at your door and it's me with a slug bat I'mma stick it to your fuckin' nugget About seventeen times and you're gonna love it, motherfucker Drive down my street And stare at the folks who can't make ends meet You don't know now, but that's the plan Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man Take that to your golden bed 'Cause I'mma cut your ass up for the seventeen dead [Chorus] Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead? Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth) You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead (And the seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection) [Freestyle: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope] Well, you know Violent J's kinda wicked If there's a booger in my nose I'ma pick it And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack And stomp my boots on your nut sack I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys downriver, straight Inktown Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailer park That's me out front working on the Skylark I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty 'Cause tonight I'm going out with the fat lady I strip the bitch down to the nitty-gritty But I ain't saying shit about her one titty Brooklyn