Mighty Mote

Lyrics

[Intro] Today's story is sponsored by Psychopathic Records. ICP is back to make evil dicks cry. This story highlights why people love revenge [Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Born and raised with nothin' at all but floob luck My entire life stank, fuck, it's like my shit stuck Each and every fuckin' day suck, a redneck named Buck Fucks my mom but he's a fake fuck, his beer can chucked Hits my forehead, wake up, the fat pig drunk Don't wanna call him dad, he make us Get in Pa's truck, time for school, you don't take us I'll ride the damn bus, I ain't never been late once "Well, leave early thеn, 'cause shit, your mama bust a great nut Now get, boy" [Interlude 1] Am I? Ain't this somе bullshit. What happens next? [Verse 2: Violent J] Man, I hate the bus, the bus driver, and all the bus riders I especially hate Nick the fuckin' prick beside us He yells "Move!" slaps my lid off at some kid behind us Who gets so mad, he tells and goes home with a swelled-up shiner And if that dick Nick forgets his chick is quick to remind him They ditch our shit out the back window, slips our books and binders I heard they may have 69'd in a cinemaplex recliner And his phone got pics of a Pringles can to the lid up in her vagina [Interlude 2] Ha ha ha! [Verse 3: Violent J] Got to school with all of them Jocks, gays, goths, chills, gangbangers, and others Rockers, skaters, emo trippers, all hate the Mouth Brothers The feardest, weirdest, most revered, were shucked and mirrored Dick's beard was long and pointy, while Skeet's was squared I'm sellin' pot in a jar with a knot in my palm, in came Dick and Skeet Mouth, I got swirly'd and beat down Surely I will retreat now, still blurry, in defeat, wow What worries me is somehow it'll all repeat again tomorrow God damn it [Interlude 3] Dude, your life sucks [Verse 4: Violent J, Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] The bed hits my wall all night as Buck is fuckin' my mom (Oh!) Ignore it, readin' a comic book I see the heroes, defeatin' crooks I thought about suicidin' it, but who am I to quit That'd be like me straight as a razor ridin' a dick I peeped this ad in the back: Need revenge? There's ten thousand ways, within the Mighty Mote, you'll be amazed Bullies kickin' sand in your face? Then just delete 'em! Defeat 'em, beat 'em, shit, you can cook 'em and eat 'em Are you a wimp, a shrimp, a simp with a limp? Send six sixty-five to Mighty Moe plus a dime to ship I hit accept and fell out dreamin' of killin' them dorks Woke up with a box on my chest, straight from the Yum Yum Fun Corp Ripped it open, it's a- what is it? A remote control! Aimed it for the wall and hit send and blew an open hole Morning jogger out there, stunned, I rewinded his ass He ran backwards three times as fast I'ma have a blast [Interlude 4] Revenge. Those people, I'll get 'em. Revenge is mine [Verse 5: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Takin' my life back, this mother fucker Buck's way fat I'll cut him no slack, on the toilet where he stay at I'm pressin' plus, zap, he's gettin' bigger, hear the weight crack The floorboards snap! "I should cut back on the late snacks I'm like an Amtrak", he stuck in the door, the frame crack Keep hittin' plus, zap, he's so big, [?] strain back Can't hold 'em all back, he reached a point he can't remain at And finally went splat, all over the block it rain fat Sweet! [Interlude 5] Damn! Dude got fucked up [Verse 6: Violent J] With this fuckin' Mighty Mote I could destroy the whole fuckin' bus The bus driver, and the bus riders Instead I'm only killin' Nick and his dumb bitch beside us He yelled "Move!" but I stayed in place Then aimed and flipped the channel, turned his head into a scrotum with his face The Mighty Mote has one red button, an exclamation point Aimed it for his bitch's neden, it didn't disappoint Her pussy hole became a suction machine Her feet and legs flew up her neden and left her folded like a chicken wing [Interlude 6] *Laughing* [Verse 7: Violent J] Finally got to school with them Jocks, gays, goths, chills, gangbangers and others Told 'em all, tell the Mouth Brothers they dead mother fuckers The feardest, weirdest, most revered, were shucked and mirrored Dick and Skeet Mouth about to be smeared, deleted, and cleared In the John, Mighty Mote in my palm, in came Dick and Skeet Mouth I paused 'em, kicked 'em both in the balls some, give 'em each a beatdown I turned they volumes down 'til they was four inches tall Unpaused 'em, scooped 'em up and flushed 'em down the shittiest stall [Outro] *Laughing*