Techniques & Tactics

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Techniques & Tactics

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[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] "665 ways to die. Choose one!" "Wicked Clowns!" [Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] A mother fuckin' nine iron, bitch (Fore!) I said a nine iron' bitch (Way!) Your brain's oozed right out the crack in your skull Where I crack that shit (I smack that shit) I got that rattlesnake bite (Sweet!) A venomous rattlesnake bite (Woo!) Pit dug in my basement full of 'em bitches I do murder right (Yeah!) A fuckin' roman candle (Ha!) Bitch boy' a roman candle (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) Light it with a zippo' shove that shit down your throat Flammable (throat, flammable) A hammer and nail Ordinary hammer and nail (Get 'em!) Tie you up in a chair, nail that windpipe shut You thinkin' stale! (Ha ha ha!) [Chorus] My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine) All mine (All mine) Still chillin' zipped up in plastic And kept up as ashes It's time (It's time) Your time (Your time) [Verse 2: Project Born] I'm talkin' duct tape' you bitch Yeah, I'm screamin' out duct tape, you bitch Put your body in the river where nobody else can hear you Now you're swimming with the fish' stupid bitch Yeah, I'm talkin' about shotgun shells Yeah, I'm talkin' about shotgun shells Mother fucker, you die when you fuckin' with the Born Dead Three Sendin' y'all straight to Hell Let's count 'em. Say, one, two, three Let's count 'em. Say, one, two, three Freak hoes in my bed, now they wanna give me head Now they wanna meet the homies, ICP Yeah, I'm rollin' with the killers and thugs Yeah, I'm rollin' with the killers and thugs They creep up on you with a fuckin' chainsaw Stickin' that bitch right to your mug [Chorus] My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine) All mine (All mine) Still chillin' zipped up in plastic And kept up as ashes It's time (It's time) Your time (Your time) [Post-Chorus] You can't fight it, be delighted That you're findin' it ever so wickedly "Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!" My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine) [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] A toilet, you bitch (Yeah!) Yeah, ho, a toilet, you bitch (Get down!) Load that shit up all week, never flush (Get down!) Drown your head in that shit A fuckin' shopping cart ("Huh?") A Kroger shopping cart Smoke this much meth, 'cause I can 'en beat you With a Goddamn shopping cart! A Mr. Socko puppet (Ha ha!) A Mr. Socko puppet (Yeah!) Southwest strangle you dead in a Mandible Paw With a one-handed grip (Come on!) King Kong, mother fucker! King Kong, mother fucker! By the time I'm done havin' fun You'll beg for King Kong, mother fucker! [Chorus] My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine) All mine (All mine) Still chillin' zipped up in plastic And kept up as ashes It's time (It's time) Your time (Your time) [Post-Chorus] You can't fight it, be delighted That you're findin' it ever so wickedly "Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!" My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine) [Verse 4: Project Born] I'm a girl, no strap with a brick Never rock with the all-white brick Lace it with anthrax, everybody on they back And they 'bout to die in this bitch I'ma come with a bottle of hen A real big bottle of hen Sneak up in a hospital, run it through your IV While you flatline with grin ("Let me switch it up") There's a million ways to die. Choose one If you take one of mine, you got to lose one Fuck that shit, you got to lose all Go [?] on these fools and buy 'em in the wall Come on, people, let's play a game like Saw Grab a couple [?] and make 'em run up in 'em raw [?] down to 20 times in a stall Quickly [?] and everybody gonna fall [Chorus] My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine) All mine (All mine) Still chillin' zipped up in plastic And kept up as ashes It's time (It's time) Your time (Your time) [Post-Chorus] You can't fight it, be delighted That you're findin' it ever so wickedly "Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!" My killin' techniques and tactics Keep fillin' up caskets You're mine (You're mine)

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Credits

Writers
  • Lil Polk
  • Half Pint
  • Frank Nitty (PJB)
  • Insane Clown Posse