[A Gang of Juggalos:]

WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,

YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,

UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THY FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY



[Shaggy 2 Dope:]

How can I stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check, as soon as it's gone, I'm gonna KILL!

And that was my last refill dog Dammit! I drink lithium and I don't even know what it is, only reason why you diss me is because you want a sip!

Every time I drink it, I piss out a laser, and cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser, I'ma do time I assume, I bitch slapped thy judge right out his own court room, then I took thy bench, and sentenced myself, eternal happineess and good heath mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me like I'ma snatch it, and whip it to thy garbage can down thy hall, then kick you in thy ass as you search and crawl for it



[A Gang of Juggalos:]

WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,

YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,

UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THY FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY



[Violent J:]

You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black box, the only sound being that of my heart if Im alive.

But I've got no pulse of ever-breath for days I remember the crash and after that it's a haze, but I do recall thy funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time when my soul kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shoveling, I'm fucked.

It's been at lease two weeks but I don't keep time, I just lay herre motionless in this rotting body of min