F#%k the F#%k Off

Kill him...

Kill him... put him to

Death… Kil him...

Kill him... put him to

Death. Guess who's back in this ******* again

With a fresh set of ******* bouncin' off your chin

I'm 2 ****

Switch my *******t up, nope

For these hands to grope hoes, and ******* hoe

Now everybody thinks their *******ts the wickedest

Them hoes spittin wicked *******t is ridiculous

Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky

Bitin' my

CD's like they delicious cookies >

From Sicily,

France, back to

Bangladesh

Ain't no ******' body bout to hang with this

Fans get punched in the head with a bass drum rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face some

******* off, big shot, spin my nuts

Ya'll be suckin more ******* than sluts

I'm crackin this

CD in half with the scrubness ******* the ******* off, who finna bump this?

Chorus: (x2)

This *******t ain't for ******* heads (So ******* off)

This ain't for you rookie kids (******* the ******* Off)

Carnie creatures carve your head out (So ******* off)

This the *******t that brings the dead out (******* the ******* Off)

I don't need a ****** band for my beats

Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks

The stage, the mic, and a

Juggalo army

Hoes climb up and try to grind on me

Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage

Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face

******* your dresscode,

I swing my *******

******* your restrooms,

I'm pissin on walls

Securities look like weak ass wrestlers

Pattin' kids down like child molesters

I'm sick of this bull*******t,

I'm *******gs the

Clown We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around

You know me, when

I drive by, mumbling sparks

In the little yellow bus, packed full of retards

And we off the charts, under the radar

Deep in the dumpster where the real

Juggalos are

Chorus: (x2)

This *******t ain't for ******* heads (So ******* off)

This ain't for you rookie kids (******* the ******* Off)

Carnie creatures carve your head out (So ******* off)

This the *******t that brings the dead out (******* the ******* Off)

CAN WE GET

A WITNESS?!(x6)

Diss my *******t and get shot in the back

You ain't gonna be the first *******

I smacked

The clown walk boogie,

I mastered the move

Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove

On who? Us?

Me? *******t, please

Lick these

You're a *******gamaniac, you can't ignore me

And tell your mom to ****** ******* off for me

****** these hoes, they tryina take pictures of the

Southwest

Strangla, windpipe tangala

I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof

Skeet on your face is the only proof

******* Off!

That is what

I tell the

Earth I've been runnin with the

Hatchet from the day of my birth

So who the ******* you think you're ****** with?

YOU CAN FU

CK THE FUC

KIN' *******

OFF, *******!

Chorus: (x4)

This *******t ain't for ******* heads (So ******* off)

This ain't for you rookie kids (******* the ******* Off)

Bloody creatures carve your head out (So ******* off)

This the *******t that brings the dead out (******* the ******* Off)

Hehehehehehhoohohooo