The staleness
(Indisponível)
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Let me see your thoat thing there buddy, I’ma chop it, see thy idea is to make you die - (Stop it) I don’t know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to cut you off at thy wind pipe desperatly, (Like, how about cuttin’ your own neck?) - I did, seventeen times, why you think I talk like this? Before I cut myself
THIS WAS MY VOICE
now gimmie your neck pipe, you don’t have no fuckin’ choice (I’m not ready to die) - neither was Easy E, what makes you so fuckin’ special you can escape thy wrath (You mean Wraith) - I said Wrath, now shut thy fuck up, and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker (Pick somebody else) - I’m pickin’ anybody I can find, and you happen to by thy nect mother fucker in line (Ok lets do it) - Keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother fuckers I’m outta here
[Chorus:]
Let me make thy pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It’s like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
Let me make thy pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It’s like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
(Ah ha... What kind of circus is this?)
[Violent J:]
How you gonna give me a striaght jacket when I’m crooked? Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it and waited for thy nurse guy to bring me m tray, jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out thy windo, Then I turned around and went right back inside, once I realized I could of grabbed a brang of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another fuckin’ guard shot me; I played thy whole movie shits off like “You got me”. Laid there playin’ dead and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my fuckin’ thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket. By now there was guards everywehre. I’ms teady cuttin’ heads off, surfin’ on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away....
But was it thy real Violent J?
[Chorus:]
Let me make thy pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It’s like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
Let me make thy pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It’s like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
“It kills the pain... it’s thy only thing that kills the pain, I’m sorry”
[Juggalo Scrub Chant:]
I’m so sorry that I’m so stale... I’m so sorry I’m stale.
But still I gotta murder your face... man I’m sorry I’m stale [Repeats]
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