
Set It Off Insane Clown Posse
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[Intro: Violent J]
Aight, ay 2 Dope, turn up the echo, and I know I'm good for one of them old-ass, funky mojo beats
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Violent J with the pull to the ghetto
Said another clique, suck a dick ’cause you're fucking soft
And don't say Violent J ain’t with it
When you was rollin' with your dad, your mom let me suck a titty
Fools always talk shit get beat
And if I'm out-numbered, there's a .9 in the back seat
'Cause when I'm feelin like a mack daddy
In the trunk when I ride, I got weapons I'da never had
And I just start gunnin 'em down
I blast in the crowd now everybody’s runnin’ around
And there's always them bitches that are screamin’
Some fool's on his back, wishing he were dreaming
If anybody's listenin' down south
I’ll talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
Keep stringin' on your banjo
'Cause we don't like that shit where I come from, bro
N.W.A without the boy Ice Cube, yo
You kinda sound like Barry motherfuckin' Manilow
Why do you call yourself a nigga, I ask you
That's the only kind of bullshit that you can lay tracks to
Short nappy head motherfuckers, the same
Sound like you got your beat from a Nintendo game
Aight, ay 2 Dope, turn up the echo, and I know I'm good for one of them old-ass, funky mojo beats
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Violent J with the pull to the ghetto
Said another clique, suck a dick ’cause you're fucking soft
And don't say Violent J ain’t with it
When you was rollin' with your dad, your mom let me suck a titty
Fools always talk shit get beat
And if I'm out-numbered, there's a .9 in the back seat
'Cause when I'm feelin like a mack daddy
In the trunk when I ride, I got weapons I'da never had
And I just start gunnin 'em down
I blast in the crowd now everybody’s runnin’ around
And there's always them bitches that are screamin’
Some fool's on his back, wishing he were dreaming
If anybody's listenin' down south
I’ll talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
Keep stringin' on your banjo
'Cause we don't like that shit where I come from, bro
N.W.A without the boy Ice Cube, yo
You kinda sound like Barry motherfuckin' Manilow
Why do you call yourself a nigga, I ask you
That's the only kind of bullshit that you can lay tracks to
Short nappy head motherfuckers, the same
Sound like you got your beat from a Nintendo game
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