[Intro]
Producing by Domain
Ha! Ooh! Brr! Uh!
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Let's start a few fatal fires (Ha)
Shoot a old lady up at Meijer's (Ha)
Pull out a few vital wires (Ha)
Trust the lies of some evil liars (Hey)
The tick tock in your clock retires (Ha)
Hit rocks quick pop all tires (Ha)
Lies bullshit kicks expires (Ha)
Hittin' licks are my sick desires (Hey)
I'm scorin' scores (My paper)
Top floor to floor (Size take up)
Stack forty more (Skyscraper)
Soar towards the floor to die (I wait to die)
When he finally hit, he splatters
That splish splash splat, the baddest
I'ma be the gladdest, not for the status or cheddar
All that matters is that it's fun
Forty-eight gallon drum sealed
Full of piss and chemicals from in the body parts
Stored a decade, unsealed cracked and poured
[?] fun jars
Three fifty-six 8 ball head tattered up
Pit bull face locked in shackles
And all that held up by two sugar sweet
Soft bony tenderoni baby ankles? What?
I [?] bony hoes though 'cause they funny as fuck
And funny as fuck is fun
You keep up with them cool sheep
And I'll keep creepin' the deep with the freakiest under the sun
Headbuttin' hoes nose bones up they own butthole
And gone with some gross shit fun
My prognosis? That shit is blown
Grown beyond some gross shit, atrocious, son
(Dickhead tricks that stick) Ha ha ha! Jokes on you! (Thanks)
For life, bitch! (Yo, what?) (Pull permanent pranks with)
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Order today)
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Including the blackout)
The sun fried out, it just blacked out, and here's a fun fact for ya
It ain't comin' back, we're fucked, all thanks to your fuckin' pranks
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Order today)
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (By the Yum Yum Fun Corp)
Producing by Domain
Ha! Ooh! Brr! Uh!
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Let's start a few fatal fires (Ha)
Shoot a old lady up at Meijer's (Ha)
Pull out a few vital wires (Ha)
Trust the lies of some evil liars (Hey)
The tick tock in your clock retires (Ha)
Hit rocks quick pop all tires (Ha)
Lies bullshit kicks expires (Ha)
Hittin' licks are my sick desires (Hey)
I'm scorin' scores (My paper)
Top floor to floor (Size take up)
Stack forty more (Skyscraper)
Soar towards the floor to die (I wait to die)
When he finally hit, he splatters
That splish splash splat, the baddest
I'ma be the gladdest, not for the status or cheddar
All that matters is that it's fun
Forty-eight gallon drum sealed
Full of piss and chemicals from in the body parts
Stored a decade, unsealed cracked and poured
[?] fun jars
Three fifty-six 8 ball head tattered up
Pit bull face locked in shackles
And all that held up by two sugar sweet
Soft bony tenderoni baby ankles? What?
I [?] bony hoes though 'cause they funny as fuck
And funny as fuck is fun
You keep up with them cool sheep
And I'll keep creepin' the deep with the freakiest under the sun
Headbuttin' hoes nose bones up they own butthole
And gone with some gross shit fun
My prognosis? That shit is blown
Grown beyond some gross shit, atrocious, son
(Dickhead tricks that stick) Ha ha ha! Jokes on you! (Thanks)
For life, bitch! (Yo, what?) (Pull permanent pranks with)
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Order today)
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Including the blackout)
The sun fried out, it just blacked out, and here's a fun fact for ya
It ain't comin' back, we're fucked, all thanks to your fuckin' pranks
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (Order today)
It's J's naughty boy fun pack (By the Yum Yum Fun Corp)
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