Derelicts, Marauders, Savages

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh Whats up, how ya doing? Where ya coming from Where ya going? Rozzy on the scene shining like a 40 beam Bout to act a damn samoan Keep the tempo going Keep the money going Keep the cash flowing Naked ass showing I don't need a bitch I just need the bands Your a small fish and its a vast ocean Fucking with the house I put your head up in a vice and spin it till it crack open I got killers with me toting mac, toting luger sending shots to bad omens Finna really come up big on em' I don't give a fuck I bust a sag shorty Put the mac down like War Machine on a bitch in the damn lobby I remember thinking I would never be shit and now I'm shitting on em' as a hobby Gangsta walkin from my kitchen to my living room I got too many bands on me What the friggin' dang heck Dylan don't play when it come to paychecks Its the juggalo Been a juggalo Bitch im steady booming like a bass test You fucking with the god of death You fucking with the butcher man no truer sadist Nobody move Nobody get hurt Dylan bring the pain bitch Get burnt like your main bitch Zoonga gozoonga zang bitch Got the world up on my back and I don't know how much longer I can take it Derelicts Marauders Savages Make the world go round [x2]