Ain’t Yo Bidness / Soopa Villainz Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Esham)

[Part I: Ain't Yo Bidness]

[Intro]
Rude Boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown love to Chicago Juggalos
We underground like Blaze (My Dead Homie)
And yours
We dead, we dead
No, wait a minute, we don't die
We don't die, we dead

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Maybe I like bloody, murder music
You know shit like "Stab Your Fuckin' Eye"
Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's
'Cause five or six will get you high (Ohh)
Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know
I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out (Pah!)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads
"I had to let some anger out" (Sorry)
Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies
I keep 'em by my side
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by
So I keep what I can find (My boys)
Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck
And I always paint my face
Can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I oughta
I like the way she taste