Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you

I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten

I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking

Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, hoe

I can see you butt-naked in your window

Shimmy up the house side dash

Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass

Let me in, hoe, don't ya know

I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing

But don't get all geek slut

Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt

What's this clown shit about?

A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out

With a do-me-ray

Now it's about time I say



Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!

Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'

Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something



If ya know a bitch who got grits

Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit

Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for

I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for

The whore showed up at my front door

So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door

The bitch thought it was a cake drive

She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside

You driving me home, well I meant ta

But plans have changed so get your ass on the centaur

Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me

Never slacking, hoes I be macking

Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking



Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit -acapo