Psychopathic (Radio Edit) Insane Clown Posse

[Intro]
The ghettos of America are breading grounds for the criminal minded
As for years they've killed one another off, and America has enjoyed its creation
Well now those ghetto-minded criminals have crossed the line into your neighborhood, and will soon give you a taste of the hell that they have lived for so long
So, Pops, this time it's your son who gets shot
Deal with your own creation

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Well, I've been to the stone house and thеn some
Payed my debts but I'm still a street hoodlum
Droppеd out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might say something on the street
I don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
But still show respect
Or I'ma swell your mouth up, redneck
Tell the pigs I did it
I'll pull your spine out your back, and beat you in the head with it
And keep your freak in place
Or I'ma send her home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hatin' chicks
Sometimes I'll do 'em like I do them hicks
'Less I'm in the sack
Workin' so hard, I almost broke my back
Sellin' out the house and you come up short
I might blow your funky self off my front porch
And the sight'll make ya sick
I thought you knew, punk, I'm psychopathic
Yeah, yeah
Psychopathic