The Pendulum’s Promise

Lyrics

Part I: The Pendulum's Promise [Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] What did I do? Tell me Tell me, what did I do? Tell me Nothing! I did nothing wrong! Tell me Nothing! Why? [Verse 1: Violent J] Look at that guy over there, he's so skinny He'd probably suck my dick for a penny That's fucking nasty, what kinda bitch does he get? The kind that smells like shit with a scabbed lip Pushing all that trash in his shopping cart Must've smoked himself into a retard No shoes, thick-ass calloused-up toes Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose The motherfucker's ass is probably molded shut, heh Bet he's got tadpoles living out of his butt I fucking don't understand these people No kinda class, somebody needs to beat they ass I wanna tell him, "Get the fuck off my block!" I wanna beat his face in with a rock! He ain't good for shit but bringing our property down Dragging his funky ass around He's starving, sporting a pair of Troop sweats Hands dried and cracked up like the Sahara Wanting everyone's affection Wait a minute, that's me, I'm looking at my own reflection [Chorus: Violent J] Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right Swing on and on and (I'm looking at my own reflection) Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right (It's my own) Swing left, swing right Swing on and on and (My own reflection) [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J] Where the fuck is this bitch, she makes me sick I'm guessing right now, she got a mouth full of dick I know she fucks on me, who needs proof She probably kisses me with dick hairs on her tooth I bet she fucks people in my own bed He wears my slippers while she's giving him head, [?] Look what I do, I get away with it What the fuck makes me think that she ain't never did it (Hmm, yup) Last time I beat her ass wasn't shit Fat lips ain't nothing, this time I'm breaking something She's gonna learn not to gimme any hassle I'm the king, I make the money, I work at White Castle! I'm the one who failed in life I'm the one who takes it out on my wife She don't cheat, who am I trying to fool I should've done this to myself long ago *Gunshot* [Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right Swing on and on and (I should've done this long ago) *Gunshot* Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) Swing left, swing right (Never stops swinging, rightfully bringing) (Rotting away) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) Swing on, and on and (Never stops swinging, rightfully bringing) (Long ago) *Gunshot* [Verse 3: Violent J] This is the third time you've come before me You think you're the shit, you wanna ignore me I told you last time I'd put you away I don't give a fuck what you say! Obey me! I am the overseer, a special being Raise when I walk in the room, me and God are a tag team Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I could say it all day I swear to God, you say one motherfucking thing to me, I'll put you away I might not be God but I'm the next best thing Honor your honor, hail me as a king You die, he gets life, she pays, he's free See, your destiny is all up to me (All rise) They said it, loud and clear But today, I take a load off in that electric chair I chose to play God and judge you well Now I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell Sentenced to Hell [Chorus: Violent J] Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right Swing left, swing right Swing on and on and (Now I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (To Hell) Swing left, swing right (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Hey) Swing on, and on and (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing on and on and (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing on, and on and (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing on and on and (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (To Hell) Swing left, swing right (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing on, and on and (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (I'm the one that's been sentenced to Hell) Swing left, swing right (What comes around goes around, pendulum's promise) (Sentenced to Hell) Swing on and on and (Never stop swinging, rightfully bringing) (Sentenced to Hell) Part II: Right Here [Intro: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox, Anybody Killa & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] What up, y'all? What up, y'all? Alright Bitch, yo mama work at KFC talkin' about she ain't no chicken head Bitch, yo deaf-ass mama got three ears and still can't hear shit Bitch, yo mama got eleven fingers and fifteen toes and still can't count to twenty-six, what Bitch, yo ho-ass mama titties so saggy that they sag on the carpet, got rug burn Bitch, I signed yo mama titties in a in-stoor booth Bitch, your mom still thinks she the bomb 'cause she was a backup dancer for Menudo Bitch your mama ain't got no thumb and broke as hell talking about she gonna hitchhike to work to save money Man, your mother fuckin' mama look like Julio Iglesias I pictured the bitch as a young Gary Busey myself The bitch got an eyepatch talkin' about who you callin' Long John Silver I see your mama sitting in front of Arthur Treacher's chewin' on a soggy-ass hushpuppy with her trick ass, bitch That's why all the kids call your mama smelly lady Man, your mama smell like cigarette butts and jalapeno dip, bitch [Free style: Violent J, Rude Boy, Violent J & Rude Boy] Uh, I been to Spokane, Washington Right here, right here I been to Duluth, Minnesota Right here, right here I been to Canton, Ohio Right here, right here "Rude Boy, come in here" Everywhere Right here, right here I been to Wichita[?], Massachusetts Right here, right here "Sing it" I been to Las Vegas Right here, ("In the front of the mic") right here I been to uh Right here, ("Yeah") right here I been to L.A Right here, right here ([?]) I been to Newark, New Mexico Right here, right here "Go up an octave" I been to Flint, Michigan Right here, "That ain't it" right here "Like this" I been to Spokane, Washington Right here, right here (Oh yeah) I been to Delouve[?], Texas Right here, right here I been *Laughs* ("Keep goin'") I been to Atlanta, Georgia right here, come on! (Right here) I been to Savannah, Georgia Right here, right- "Wait, hold up, hold up" I been to Templeton Right he- "Where's that at?" "Uh, in Missouri" I been to Templeton, Missouri Right here, right here "Keep goin' up" I been to San Diego Right here, right here, everybody I been to Boston, Wouston[?] Right here, right here (Oh yeah) Yeah I been over here and over there And over there and over here and everywhere I been East coast, West coast I been to Europe, I been to London With the cop cars that go doo doo doo doo doo doo "Holy shit" Right here, right here Cops on England don't cary guns They don't got no guns, right here Hold up, here keep singin' Right here, right here "Now keep that up" Right here, right here "Now bring that [?]" Right here, right here "Yeah, go get that, go get that drum" "That drum that's in the, out there" I been to Newark, New Jers- "It's in that room" Right here I don't want my album to end I don't want it to end right here I want you to know I love you I want you to know I love you, Jugglao, Juggalo Shaggy ain't here, he's doing a radio interview right here We're in Denver, oh shit Here comes Rude Boy with the drums Right here, right here I been to Jackson, Mississippi Right here, Right here "You sing, I'll play" I been to Florida, I said Right here, right here I been to San Francisco Right here (You already said that!) right here I been to Tucson, Arizona Right here, right here I been to Pittsburg Right here, Cleveland, Philli I been to ECW before, Flint Town "Why you on Flint's dick so much?" I been to Right here *Laughing* "Alright, he's gettin' mad, come on" [?] "Alright, we're comin' out" "It's alright, he's gettin' mad" Part III [Phone call: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope] *Ring* *Ring* "Eh" "Hello?" "Hey" "What's up?" What're you doin'? Just waitin' for some shit Um, who's all over there Uh, just some bitch Well who- what bitch? It's that same fuckin' played-out bitch that I fucked Why don't you ever hook me up? 'Cause she ain't got no fuckin' girls, right? Huh? 'Cause she ain't got no fuckin' girls, fuck you, it's like [?] Listen I ain't got no hook-ups Listen Yeah? Um, make like a minute-long song Yeah, that's what I'm workin' on And then like, uh, just bring the cassette in. Don't bother bringin'- draggin' all that equipment in I'll what I'll do is bring in like fuckin' one thing, if you want it to sound good, but if you just want like cassette quality, I could just put it on a cassette, you know what I'm saying? *Mocking unintelligible noises* Alright, I got one piece of equipment that records it all, you know what I'm saying? It's like a ADAT, but it's, like, digital *Mocking unintelligible noises* Fuck you, man Heh heh heh heh Or I could put it on cassette *Mocking unintelligible noises* So, what the fuck, man? Alright, bring it in tomorrow Alright, what time we go in there tomorrow? Uh, we go in there when we go in there What time do you wanna show up in there? We got studio, I mean we got a plane flight at seven o' clock At seven, yeah, seven o' clock, so what about like two We'll be up in that bitch like one, two, one, two Word, bye Alright, forty Alright Peace Check *Click* [Verse: Shaggy 2 Dope] (Necks) We snappin' 'em, bend 'em in half with some Record time speeds, vertebrae champions (Nedens) We bangin' 'em, throwin' our wangs in 'em Bustin' nuts, then we hang in 'em (Records) We breakin' 'em, standards, we makin' em Golden, platinum plaques, we takin' 'em (Industries) We conquered 'em, stomped 'em Psychopathic Rydas, there's no stoppin' em (Juggalos) We roll with 'em, cut a throat with them ICP and Juggalos on the same mission (Jugga-hoes) We butcher 'em, Juggalo frontin' I'll put 'em on trial, electric chair, cookin' em (The dead) We beneath 'em and too deep to reach 'em Mother fuckers in China can't see us (Carnivals) Seats left, and we fillin' 'em, they're filled in Only one Joker's card left to the end To the end, to the end, to the end, to the end To the end, to the end, to the end, to the end To the end, to the end, to the end, to the end To the end, to the end, to the end, to the end Everything there is to do, we've done Not one fucking thing left out, not one Fuck G's, Juggalos make the world go 'round We conquered it all, wicked clown Everything there is to do, we've done Not one fucking thing left out, not one Fuck G's, Juggalos make the world go 'round We conquered it all, wicked clown Everything there is to do Not one fucking thing left out Fuck G's, Juggalos make the We conquered it all Wicked clown Part IV [Outro: Violent J & Vanilla Ice] Eh And just when you thought it was over We wrap it all up with a word from Vanilla Ice himself Your greazy-ass camel-cock-breath mama is so fuckin' poor, she gotta suck cock for crack And there you go Bizaar