Leff Field

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Monoxide & Violent J - Rap

Leff Field

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[Intro: Monoxide] Smoke a square and then prepare yourself Monoxide, monox-boogie, mo' diddy mo' somthin' Smoke somthin', smoke a square bitch Me and Violent J [Vere 1: Monoxide] I'm the wickedest of wicked and by far I'm destined for greatness Killin' off you people who hate this Now you can wait to sing the top notch mag or book And we stil gon' give you fags a look Bitch boy I'm gay bashin', consume my gun I never hated fags till I got sued by one My mental picture is paintin' me something ugly And I still don't understand how my hands got all bloody [Verse 2: Violent J] It's the Juggla, a Juggalo role model I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle And then you meet me and expect a nice guy You're lucky I ain't stuck a screwdriver in your eye yet Houndogs, when I sign an autograph I see you chopped up in my tub soakin' in a blood bath With demons pissin' on ya like "rock the dead!" Oh shit thoughts in my head [Verse 3: Monoxide] I'm gettin' blew the fuck out, with my homie Violent J And we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' you bitches say We speak the word of the unheard and mystified And when you see us huggin' momma give her a kiss goodbye It's a long dark ride where you goin and ain't no huggin' back I'm the reaper in this bitch and ain't no comin' back My tounge in fact can seal the casket And spit some shit so off the R.I.P. it's a classic [Verse 4: Violent J] Shut the fuck up when we speakin', biatch I guess your momma never taught you shit We stab individuals in they fatal spot You got nine lives well I got ten shots I remember when we first got started Clown paint and Faygo, you thought we was retarded Finally got you in the front row, wild Now I go and do it again with Zug Izland [Verse 5: Monoxide] I'm a axe toter, you's a deepthroater Wouldn't know a Juggalo if I showed ya Shadow this, my reflection still cast A demon with green ounce behind stained glass I see spirits and I talk to people that ain't there They seem to vanish in thin air Why don't ya, get ghost homie, raise up While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (What!) [Verse 6: Violent J] Real ass Juggalos is all I care about Fuck everybody else and I don't wanna hear about And I don't give a fuck if you know someone that's down I'll grab you by your neck and flin' your fuckin' head around I sign nothin', fuck takin' a picture Fuck shakin' you hand, I'll pull you at me and hit ya Then I kick your fuckin' guts in until your ribs break There's you're motherfuckin' handshake, bitch!

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Credits

Writers
  • Violent J
  • Monoxide