Ain’t Yo Bidness / Soopa Villainz

Lyrics

[Part I: Ain't Yo Bidness] [Intro] Rude Boy sittin' pancaked on 23's Clown love to Chicago Juggalos We underground like Blaze (My Dead Homie) And yours We dead, we dead No, wait a minute, we don't die We don't die, we dead [Verse 1: Violent J] Maybe I like bloody, murder music You know shit like "Stab Your Fuckin' Eye" Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's 'Cause five or six will get you high (Ohh) Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out (Pah!) Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads "I had to let some anger out" (Sorry) Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies I keep 'em by my side Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by So I keep what I can find (My boys) Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck And I always paint my face Can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I oughta I like the way she taste [Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Ain't yo bidness, how I act Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped Ain't yo concern, what we do 'Less you want yo face slapped too Ain't yo bidness, how I act Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped Ain't yo concern, what we do 'Less you want yo face slapped too [Verse 2: Violent J] Maybe I don't even like you but I gotta front 'Cause you're a record label guy (Motherfucker) What if I dragged you by the hair into the street And beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye? (Puh! Bitch) Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot Before a Toni Braxton Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey Before a Janet Jackson Maybe I don't' have no self esteem So I like to pick on everybody else Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts (Oh, it's okay) Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor And my mom was always sick Maybe I'm lying, I'm just tryna find an excuse to be a dick I'm a dick-dick Maybe I'm upset that you left me I'll hang myself right above your bed (You should try suicide) From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swinging when you walk in I might kick you in the head Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed But my manager he got me free (Double A y'all) Eighteen pills a day, I get so dizzy and high Sometimes I can't even see (I gotta sit down) [Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Ain't yo bidness, how I act Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped Ain't yo concern, what we do 'Less you want yo face slapped too Ain't yo bidness, how I act Ain't yo bidness, don't get slapped Ain't yo concern, what we do 'Less you want yo face slapped too [Outro: Violent J] Insane Clown Posse [Part II: Soopa Villainz] [Intro] Esham the Boogieman, running with a fucking hatchet Violent J the Juggla, and Shaggy the Southwest Strangla Allegedly Collectively known as The Soopa Villainz [Verse: Esham & Violent J] Super flex, jet super sex The boogieman busting the bazooka, necks get wet The Soopa Villainz clock super checks The juggalo in me will break the bank and you super necks It's the juggla, jugglin' Juggalo, thuggalin' thuggalo Scrub ninja muthafacko My axe I keep with me, sneak with I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with The southwest strangler super plex Some bitch through the limo window, super stretch Now I wonder should I shoot ya next With the super soaker, get ya soaking wet Juggaloly, I'm a soopa villain I'm swinging my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling I'm a ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu Stab you, grab have at you Soopa Villainz, making a soopa hero killing Fuck ya feelings Ready and willing any day I could blow Insane monkey like Mojo Jojo Citizens don't talk to the FBI 'Cause that killer with the shank to ya neck be I I'm quick to bag the diamonds, bag it I love Batman but Robin's a faggot (Faggot)