Kurbee
07-07-2004, 03:12 PM
Don't read it,
Time to shut 'em down turn another page,
Put 'em in a Blender Magazine crusade,
Kill 'em all,
Burn 'em all, take it to the streets,
another publicist dead page 153,
Only credit was a cover tagged next month's issue,
Read all about fellow bands dissin' you,
Here's a story for that ass, Lotus ready to brawl,
Bringin you blood, shock and awe,
You can't make or break me **** MTV,
I'm a underground killa huntin' VIP,
and murderous me following Tom home,
With a 12 inch shank about to bloody the chrome,
I cut his throat so deep nearly cut off his head,
13 wounds found in the chest of his kids,
and his wife, I still got his wife,
She be suckin' on dicks at the Pod as we write,
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
I pull up strapped with bombs at ya tailgate parties,
Rush ya gate with at least 45 of my homies,
Pissin' on power rigs, knockin' out sound, man,
Jump in your mosh pit with my hatchet in hand,
Ozzfest, Bloodfest, no core no more,
showing all these faggots all about hardcore,
Tied hands with mic cords, and burn down your stage,
All this **** in all Juggalo names,
As soon as I walk in the door, I set it off,
And I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays Ross,
So tempted and just rushed the stage,
and choked the **** out of Chris Cornell for ruinin' Rage,
Lights go out I'm out doin' again,
And when they come back on I got my dick in Lil' Kim,
I pulled off the rubber,
and bitch slapped Danny Glover,
Now I swing on Ashton Kutcher, and I bet I get the cover,
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
**** the radio, and all the songs they play,
The playlists are wack and the DJs are gay,
I ain't payin' you ****, to play my song,
Five Gs for rotation, you know that's wrong,
Got to come up more money just to add my ****,
Got to pay an A&R straight suck your dick,
Take ya to lunch, get ya all drunk and ****,
I'm like **** naw,
**** you and the mainstream bitch,
I'm bomb on all you pop artists, Whats that,
****in' radio friendly love songs that **** is whack,
All you candy coated rappers and red cap wearers,
I got seven slugs and eleven pall bearers,
The only pop I know is a pop from my gat,
When I **** the hammer, and pull the trigger back,
Erasing the top ten spots, cut out ya hearts,
and make you number one on the dead charts beotch,
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Time to shut 'em down turn another page,
Put 'em in a Blender Magazine crusade,
Kill 'em all,
Burn 'em all, take it to the streets,
another publicist dead page 153,
Only credit was a cover tagged next month's issue,
Read all about fellow bands dissin' you,
Here's a story for that ass, Lotus ready to brawl,
Bringin you blood, shock and awe,
You can't make or break me **** MTV,
I'm a underground killa huntin' VIP,
and murderous me following Tom home,
With a 12 inch shank about to bloody the chrome,
I cut his throat so deep nearly cut off his head,
13 wounds found in the chest of his kids,
and his wife, I still got his wife,
She be suckin' on dicks at the Pod as we write,
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
I pull up strapped with bombs at ya tailgate parties,
Rush ya gate with at least 45 of my homies,
Pissin' on power rigs, knockin' out sound, man,
Jump in your mosh pit with my hatchet in hand,
Ozzfest, Bloodfest, no core no more,
showing all these faggots all about hardcore,
Tied hands with mic cords, and burn down your stage,
All this **** in all Juggalo names,
As soon as I walk in the door, I set it off,
And I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays Ross,
So tempted and just rushed the stage,
and choked the **** out of Chris Cornell for ruinin' Rage,
Lights go out I'm out doin' again,
And when they come back on I got my dick in Lil' Kim,
I pulled off the rubber,
and bitch slapped Danny Glover,
Now I swing on Ashton Kutcher, and I bet I get the cover,
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
**** the radio, and all the songs they play,
The playlists are wack and the DJs are gay,
I ain't payin' you ****, to play my song,
Five Gs for rotation, you know that's wrong,
Got to come up more money just to add my ****,
Got to pay an A&R straight suck your dick,
Take ya to lunch, get ya all drunk and ****,
I'm like **** naw,
**** you and the mainstream bitch,
I'm bomb on all you pop artists, Whats that,
****in' radio friendly love songs that **** is whack,
All you candy coated rappers and red cap wearers,
I got seven slugs and eleven pall bearers,
The only pop I know is a pop from my gat,
When I **** the hammer, and pull the trigger back,
Erasing the top ten spots, cut out ya hearts,
and make you number one on the dead charts beotch,
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!
Shock, Stab em up
and Awe, Watch em fall
And went back into the underworld we crawl
So **** ya'll bitches!