Rude Boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to Chicago Juggalos
We underground like Blaze
My dead homie, and yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
We don't die!
We Dead

(Violent J)
Maybe I like bloody, murder music,
you know shit like "Stab Your Fuckin' Eye"
Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's
Cause five or six will get you high
Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know,
knock 'em flat up fuckin' out
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note
that simply reads "I had to let some anger out"
Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep 'em by my side
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by, so I'll keep what I can find
Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck
and I always paint my face
Can I still date your daughter?
I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste

(Chorus 2x)
Ain't yo bidness, How I act!
Ain't yo bidness, Don't get slapped!
Ain't yo concern, what we do!
Less you want your, Face Slapped Too!

(Violent J)
Maybe I don't even like you,
but I gotta front cause you're a record label guy
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street,
and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye
Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot
before a Toni Braxton
Myabe I would rather fuck a Macy Gray before a Janet Jackson
Maybe I don't have no self-esteem
so I like to pick on everybody else
Maybe when I was a boy,
underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor,
and my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lying,
I'm just tryna find an excuse to be a dick,
I'm a dick, dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me,
I'll hang myself right about your bed
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin' when you walk in I might kick you in the head
Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed,
but my manager he got me free
Eighteen pills a day, I get so dizzy and high,
sometimes I can't even see

(Chorus 2x)
Ain't yo bidness, How I act!
Ain't yo bidness, Don't get slapped!
Ain't yo concern, what we do!
Less you want your, Face Slapped Too!

Soopa Villians
(Syn)
Esham the Boogieman, running with a fuckin' hatchet. Violent J the Juggla, and Shaggy 2 Dope the Southwest Strangler, allegedly. Collectively known as....The Soopa Villians!!!

(Esham)
Super flex, jet super sex,
the Boogieman busting the bazooka necks,
Get wet the Soopa Villians clock super checks
the Juggalo in me will break the bank and your super necks

(Violent J)
It's the Juggla juggalin',
Juggalo thuggalin' Thuggalo,
scrub ninja, muthafacko
My axe I keep with me, sneak with,
I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with

(Esham)
The Southwest Strangler superplex,
Some bitch through the limo window, super stretch
Now I wonder should I shoot ya next,
With the super soaker, get ya soaking wet

(Violent J)
Juggaloly, I'ma Soopa Villian,
I'm swinging my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling
I'ma ninja, throw dropkicks, chop necks like Sabu,
stab you, grab have at you

(Esham)
Soopa Villians,
making a super hero killing, fuck ya feelings
Ready and willing any day I could blow,
Insane monkey like Mojojojo

(Violent J)
Citizens don't talk to the FBI,
cause that killa with the shank to ya neck be I
I'm quick to grab the diamonds,
Bag it,
I love Batman, but Robin's a faggot