I’m That Type Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Ouija Macc)

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Who, me? I’m the type of scrub who gots mad hoes
Who hang out and trade tips and suggestions
You’re the type of scrub that only gots two, your hands
And both make you wear protection
I’m the type of scrub that has no boss
‘Cause I’m a self-made lord of the hustle
You’re the type of scrub who don’t work at all
You’re a sue-happy fraud; no one trusts ya
I’m the type of scrub with big-shot friends
Crooked cops, politicians, and more
You’re the type of scrub, ditched by your friends
Couldn’t stop, but probably shit your drawers
I’m the type of scrub who won’t sell out
Twenty-five years of winnin’ any way I wanna do shit
You’re the type of scrub who couldn’t sell out a free show
Of a capacity of two, you and who, bitch? Haha!

[Chorus]
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, bitch! (Shit, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, bitch! (Shit, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love