[Intro: Ring Leader]
Aww, little baby bitch ass is crying again, what's the matter?
Feeling like you don't fit in anywhere?
What about fitting that ass in with us, the mighty Deezy Cizzarn?
We'll fucking gladly take you
We take all shapes, colors, sizes, and genders!
We are the mighty, mystical, mythological
Dark motherfucking carnival, byatch!
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
I see you feeling lonely again, you's a mother fucker
Feeling like you don't belong, like you the only other?
Some of us scrubs got it worse than you
No homies to call on, or crew to belong to
Some of us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped out
Some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss and don't like your format
We like the wicked shit and chose not to ignore that
Some of us be coming out of more than a broken home
Some of us be living out of our cars and carry on
Some of us see the Budget Suites as a real apartment
And make you take off your shoes on our carpet
Some of us are on parole and can't leave the state
And some are dead and gone, my homie Blaze can relate (Dead Homie)
And some can't afford a free phone call
But then some of us's equal us all, think about that
Aww, little baby bitch ass is crying again, what's the matter?
Feeling like you don't fit in anywhere?
What about fitting that ass in with us, the mighty Deezy Cizzarn?
We'll fucking gladly take you
We take all shapes, colors, sizes, and genders!
We are the mighty, mystical, mythological
Dark motherfucking carnival, byatch!
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
I see you feeling lonely again, you's a mother fucker
Feeling like you don't belong, like you the only other?
Some of us scrubs got it worse than you
No homies to call on, or crew to belong to
Some of us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped out
Some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss and don't like your format
We like the wicked shit and chose not to ignore that
Some of us be coming out of more than a broken home
Some of us be living out of our cars and carry on
Some of us see the Budget Suites as a real apartment
And make you take off your shoes on our carpet
Some of us are on parole and can't leave the state
And some are dead and gone, my homie Blaze can relate (Dead Homie)
And some can't afford a free phone call
But then some of us's equal us all, think about that
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