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[Intro] Bitch! Fuck shit ass whore pussy faggot slut dick cock balls bastard whore dyke clit shit balls ass dyke bitch hole cock slut faggot dyke bitch whore ho skank ho Tell me [Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] If ever I cussed as much when they bust Would the buzz and the fuss even be such? Could music even be nuts? Would they reap us? Or style wanna keep us? Are we dreamingers? Never sleepers? You'd probably never beep us Because wouldn't be cuss Jesus thesis wouldn't reach us Not not speakers taller than a bleachers (Bitch!) To each his own His only bone is to goin' in knowing they critique us What was only on them sneakers Now they wanna slap on speakers Sneak ass, Rikishi ass, that flash back, trash that, I'm past that For the freaky naked speakers beatin' blast that You get your ass slapped We stick our dicks in a mix of chicks all fixed to start some shit up Soon as we parked, them markets sparkle, bitches' boxes lit up So get up, fuck shit up, some haters' throats get slit up They bleeding, belch, and spit up Soon as it croaks, we tip up Ching ching ching, shim shimmering shing Angels bring bling for kings The best gift they truly ever gave Jetpack flight through the Everglades Making fuck down with seven babes Fresh reunion with Mr. Spade Chance for retarded kids to get laid Danny "K" at Coachella, paid (Bitch!) [Chorus] Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J & Ouija Macc] Fuck boys doubt us, they girls ('Bout us) They say fuck us, but they (Bump us) Haters knock us 'cause they (Jock us) Bitches hatin' see us (Debating, yeah) Hey Jack, play something wack So damn wack, in fact, you wanna smack it back And like the high on crack, everybody out here Wanna react and and act like, in fact, it's phat "I fucks with that," but they know it's wack Yet they all wanna act like wack is back I don't get it. Next time we kickin' phat Fuck that! I'm kicking ass like a hacky sack! Yeah, girl I just wanna tell you From the depths of where my heart used to be You ain't shit (Bitch!) Fuck yo bitch, suck my dick [?] Plummeting into a dungeon of nothingness I'm 'bout to suffocate, fearless like Fred Fury Born a legitimate, born to eliminate Spirits around me allow me to levitate Drugs in me sedidate, that's how I meditate I ain't show up to my funeral, made 'em wait I got the stain on the game that I gotta make I know they feeling it Ouija just killing it Look what we did with it Put the sauce on the wicked shit Y'all should be fucked, shit, bitch, cunt, happy we did this shit Handzum with a hatchet, talk to my elastics Psycho with schematic automatic static Tell me Where do I start, because swearing's an art Hatchetman on my heart means I'm wearing the part We don't care about critics, right there on the charts It's the spot that we bear, it's declarin' us marred Everywhere that you go, don't be starin' your mart They say juggalos hard, and you know that they are And they know every Card from the second it start They dissect every secret, they checkin' the arc You can see my mug in the CDs that you might purchase or pluck right there coat Or within your [?] was there from the start Blarin' our music and wearin' our art Tearin' through duckets and hearin' our heart We there for a part Caring the hardest is sharing them Cards Woo! I might go love pussy like I'm on a hike I'm lost in the pussy looking for the light I beat up the pussy like a prison fight I don't like fat pussy, but I do tonight I'm fucking your butt if the pussy ain't tight I burn through pussy like coke in a pipe Fuckin' your girl's pussy's like rockin' the mic Shit's pussy, simple as riding a bike I master cuss words that you ain't even heard of yet (Woo! I'm the nature boy!) I'm psycho psychotic, I know how a murder get (Bitch!) I slaughtered a lot of hoes, but never heard of 'lettes (Woo! I'm the nature boy!) I'm funky and dirty and sick and sleep [?] (Bitch!) [Chorus] Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) [Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Fearless Fred Fury don't fucking forgive Your feelings ain't foolish, you're lucky to live You need a machine for the heartbeat to give You'd shit yourself cryin' and droolin' a bib Fred is no friend of foes I'm stompin' in your nose Set fire to your clothes How come I fuck all your hoes? Lets oot a couple o's Knock off some liquor stores Drink gasoline and smoke SQUEEZE your neck 'til it's broke SQUEEZE your neck 'til you croak Hump her neden until it smoke 'Til her daddy have a stroke Classic as a Davin hundred spoke (Bitch!) Own a slab in Roanoke Plus my pad in Okemos Got one in Cuba and Aruba and Compton (West Side Loc) Never let them tell you nope Know your roll, don't ever hope Gotta love yourself If you won't let you love yourself, then just elope Your career's a stale-ass joke Cosby won't cuss, but loved to grope Piss my pants, let my nuts soak Out my zipper, my dick poke (Yup!) In London, I'm known as bloke Clean my bitch booty with soap Violent J, my fucking loc Got me a lap dance with the pope (Bitch!) [Chorus] Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you- (Hey! Ha ha! Sing!) Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) Cuss words, let 'em roll Mother fuck shit God damn asshole Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!) [Outro] Bitch! Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Woo! Woo! Woo! Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Woo! Woo! Woo! Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Bitch! Bitch!