(Anybody Killa)
Happy holidays ya'll, give me a gift
Let me sing a little jingle while you drink that fifth (Jingle Bells)
Tell Santa that he better stop fronting
That cookie eating motherfucker never leaving nothing
But this year I swear I won't let it happen
Sleighs, gifts and reindeer, we Christmas jackin' (Gimme that)
Surround sound, hot chocolate for days
Bumping through the neighborhood, acting like we paid (Look what we got)
We had to get him, it was just that time
J and I was fed up, and we wanted to shine (Wanted to shine)
But now we got anything you ever wanted
Yeah, he was old but he had a fat wallet (Cha-ching)
Only working one day a year
With a plush-red suit and a iced-out beard
Slinging snow in the North Pole to a bunch of fiends
Little guys with big ears that make toys for free
(Chorus)
Santa Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa)
You gave me nothing, now I'm taking yours (I'll take it)
(Violent J)
Uh, it was cold out, I seen a fat man coming
I hid behind a chimney
And bust him in the skull with a bottle of Jim Beam
I rolled him off the roof and onto the driveway
And jumped in his sleigh ride and tried to fly away
Rudolph bossed off on me, he wouldn't move
I had to kick him in his ass, oughta put him in groove
Take me to the hood, to all the poor little kids
This year, everybody about to get some good shit
We landed on a house, I went for the chimney
But the roof was feeble
I crashed through and smashed through the kitchen table
Daddy came busting out the bedroom strapped
Third shot blew off my Santa hat, fuck that
I ran out the back door and I hopped a wall
Steady whistling for the reindeer
But they're like fuck off, then took off
I almost caught a slug in the ass
And became a ghost of Christmas past
Over that shit (Over that bullshit)
(Chorus 2x)
Santa Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa)
You gave me nothing, now I'm taking yours (I'll take it)
(Anybody Killa)
Dashing through the snow,
smoking lots of 'dro
Pulling chicks with expensive gifts
Just to get that ho ho ho, you know what I mean?
Don't get us wrong, we're gonna give to the kids
Super Santa's hooking up all the little shits (Here ya go)
And for the grown-ups, we getting tore up
A case of malt liquor, and a sack that makes ya throw up
(Violent J)
Santy Claus
wears panty drawers
He never decked my halls,
he can lick my balls
I got no chimney, but I left the door unlocked
Nothing but pine needles and an empty sock
Thanks a lot and fuck off fatass
Why we need coats for kids if you so badass?
Only rich boys get big toys from Santa
I waited all night in my pajamas motherfucker
"Who the fuck you waiting on?"
*Little girl crying*
"Take your ass to bed"
"Fuck Santa Claus"
(Chorus 2x)
Santa Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa)
You gave me nothin', now I'm takin' yours (I'll take it)
(repeat until song ends)
It's Christmas Eve, and if he show
He leaving with a bullet hole, let him know
Take Me Home
(Jumpsteady)
You know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream. To get where you wanna be. But once you get there, you start to dream about where you came from. I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives like the hands of a clock going round. If only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began. It's all too soon that's all will be is a dream in someone's mind.
(Violent J)
Look at me I'm famous on top of the world
I finally reached up in time (I'm a superstar)
Stand up, step back and take a look
Is this really what I had in mind? (I don't really think so)
Well, I guessed them goals that we set in the day
They actually came to be. (Yup yup)
But now I'm looking at a blank white paper
And with a whole book of memories (but we never read)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Seven deep in the jeep with the camo top
Everybody and they drunk as hell
Awesome Dre and anybody by the right would see us
(Cause we always went there)
Summers were long and polution strong,
and the Faygo always warm and flat
(That's nasty)
But if now if this supposed to be heaven for me,
then just give me my own hell back
(Chorus)
So take me home
(To my empty refridgerator)
C'mon and take me home
(To a life in which I understand)
So take me home
(To my old school down in Delray)
C'mon and take me home
(For what little time I got left)
(C'mon C'mon) Let's go ya'll
(Violent J)
There's another festival down town
Take some bottles back up to the store
(I found two of them)
That would get us bus money down there
To get back we have to find some more
(Might as well get drunk)
Hanging our flyers up everywhere
We could've sworn we was making noise
(everybody knew us)
But we had everyone in southwest
Representing with the JJ boys (everybody)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I stole to eat (I stole)
I stole to live (I stole)
I stole only to survive (if you's a hoodlum)
Just like J said in 'Ghetto zone'
I stole a car with my tape inside
(Violent J)
All we did was try to talk to hoes
And none of them was trying to hear (not one hoe)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
It would've meant so much more back then
Cause now it's fake hoes everywhere
(Chorus)
So take me home
(To my empty refridgerator)
C'mon and take me home
(To a life in which I understand)
So take me home
(To my old school down in Delray)
C'mon and take me home
(For what little time I got left)
Mike P ya'll
Southern rock for ya
Rudeboy
(Violent J)
Oh Lord don't let me get my girlfriend's car
If she don't get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
And I still have to drop my crew off (but I'll be back)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Now I'm alone and on top of it all
Looking deep in the back of my mind
(looking deep in the back of my mind)
(Violent J)
I realized the key to a happy life
Was right here with me the whole time
(Chorus 2x)
So take me home
(To my empty refridgerator)
C'mon and take me home
(To a life in which I understand)
So take me home
(To my old school down in Delray)
C'mon and take me home
(For what little time I got left)
(At 6:06 is the hidden track "Family")
(Jumpsteady)
What up everybody I'm here chilling with Samantha
"HI GUYS!" And I bet you wondering how we like to do things around here. Well we like to do them with family.
(Chorus)
We're family, family
Everyone of us is family
What would life be like without family
Were family, family
(Violent J)
Well my name is Joe and I flow like whoa
I stepped on stage and I stole the show
Mini C, she down with me
But today I'm representing all family
Save this song for years and years
Guarantee one day it will bring you tears
Cause you remember how things were back in the day?
Let's try and keep it this way
(Linda Bruce)
My name is mom and I'm on the mic (yea)
Kicking that style that I know you'll like
I'm from Detroit the city of boom (boom)
I used to send Violent J to his room (whut?!)
When I bust this funky style
My money stacks up over miles
Now I think I'll pass the mic
To another fresh MC I know you'll like
(Jumpsteady)
I gots mad love for everyone on this track
This is Rob rolling strong on a group attack
Samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom
Nancy's my wife cause she is the bomb
(Hey don't forget about me in this roll call)
Joe is my brother who is standing tall
Together there as powerful as my unity
And I've been blessed to have my family
(Samantha Bruce)
I am Samantha, I'm on the MIC
Rapping with my family
Love is the word I chose to use
I spread it around like it's the news
I do the booty shake everywhere I go
And I prove I can dance and also flow
If you have a problem with who I am
You can go and jump in Lake Michigan
(Nancy Bruce)
Nancy's my name and I got much fame
Cause my family's off the chain
I flow as I go so act like ya know
Or get slapped in the head with a knot of dough
I do the booty shake with my daugther Sam
Cause she's the one with the master plan
I got much love for New York and back
Don't question me cause that's a fact
(Kris)
My name is Kris, as if you don't know
I'm feared worldwide for my crazy flow
I was born and raised in Romulous
That's where I first learned how to bust
This song is making history
Cause it's real, it's all about family
I'm quiet I don't say much and I'm shy
Any minute though I might sting your eye
(Chorus)
Were family, family
Everyone of us is family
What would life be like without family
Were family, family
(Violent J)
Yea, the Bruce brothers will never die, that's right it's all about family. I'll hex anyone that ever messed with my family. My mom, yea, my brother and sister, yea and their kids yea.
You know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream. To get where you wanna be. But once you get there, you start to dream about where you came from. I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives like the hands of a clock going round. If only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began. It's all too soon that's all will be is a dream in someone's mind.
(Violent J)
Look at me I'm famous on top of the world
I finally reached up in time (I'm a superstar)
Stand up, step back and take a look
Is this really what I had in mind? (I don't really think so)
Well, I guessed them goals that we set in the day
They actually came to be. (Yup yup)
But now I'm looking at a blank white paper
And with a whole book of memories (but we never read)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Seven deep in the jeep with the camo top
Everybody and they drunk as hell
Awesome Dre and anybody by the right would see us
(Cause we always went there)
Summers were long and polution strong,
and the Faygo always warm and flat
(That's nasty)
But if now if this supposed to be heaven for me,
then just give me my own hell back
(Chorus)
So take me home
(To my empty refridgerator)
C'mon and take me home
(To a life in which I understand)
So take me home
(To my old school down in Delray)
C'mon and take me home
(For what little time I got left)
(C'mon C'mon) Let's go ya'll
(Violent J)
There's another festival down town
Take some bottles back up to the store
(I found two of them)
That would get us bus money down there
To get back we have to find some more
(Might as well get drunk)
Hanging our flyers up everywhere
We could've sworn we was making noise
(everybody knew us)
But we had everyone in southwest
Representing with the JJ boys (everybody)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I stole to eat (I stole)
I stole to live (I stole)
I stole only to survive (if you's a hoodlum)
Just like J said in 'Ghetto zone'
I stole a car with my tape inside
(Violent J)
All we did was try to talk to hoes
And none of them was trying to hear (not one hoe)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
It would've meant so much more back then
Cause now it's fake hoes everywhere
(Chorus)
So take me home
(To my empty refridgerator)
C'mon and take me home
(To a life in which I understand)
So take me home
(To my old school down in Delray)
C'mon and take me home
(For what little time I got left)
Mike P ya'll
Southern rock for ya
Rudeboy
(Violent J)
Oh Lord don't let me get my girlfriend's car
If she don't get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
And I still have to drop my crew off (but I'll be back)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Now I'm alone and on top of it all
Looking deep in the back of my mind
(looking deep in the back of my mind)
(Violent J)
I realized the key to a happy life
Was right here with me the whole time
(Chorus 2x)
So take me home
(To my empty refridgerator)
C'mon and take me home
(To a life in which I understand)
So take me home
(To my old school down in Delray)
C'mon and take me home
(For what little time I got left)
(At 6:06 is the hidden track "Family")
(Jumpsteady)
What up everybody I'm here chilling with Samantha
"HI GUYS!" And I bet you wondering how we like to do things around here. Well we like to do them with family.
(Chorus)
We're family, family
Everyone of us is family
What would life be like without family
Were family, family
(Violent J)
Well my name is Joe and I flow like whoa
I stepped on stage and I stole the show
Mini C, she down with me
But today I'm representing all family
Save this song for years and years
Guarantee one day it will bring you tears
Cause you remember how things were back in the day?
Let's try and keep it this way
(Linda Bruce)
My name is mom and I'm on the mic (yea)
Kicking that style that I know you'll like
I'm from Detroit the city of boom (boom)
I used to send Violent J to his room (whut?!)
When I bust this funky style
My money stacks up over miles
Now I think I'll pass the mic
To another fresh MC I know you'll like
(Jumpsteady)
I gots mad love for everyone on this track
This is Rob rolling strong on a group attack
Samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom
Nancy's my wife cause she is the bomb
(Hey don't forget about me in this roll call)
Joe is my brother who is standing tall
Together there as powerful as my unity
And I've been blessed to have my family
(Samantha Bruce)
I am Samantha, I'm on the MIC
Rapping with my family
Love is the word I chose to use
I spread it around like it's the news
I do the booty shake everywhere I go
And I prove I can dance and also flow
If you have a problem with who I am
You can go and jump in Lake Michigan
(Nancy Bruce)
Nancy's my name and I got much fame
Cause my family's off the chain
I flow as I go so act like ya know
Or get slapped in the head with a knot of dough
I do the booty shake with my daugther Sam
Cause she's the one with the master plan
I got much love for New York and back
Don't question me cause that's a fact
(Kris)
My name is Kris, as if you don't know
I'm feared worldwide for my crazy flow
I was born and raised in Romulous
That's where I first learned how to bust
This song is making history
Cause it's real, it's all about family
I'm quiet I don't say much and I'm shy
Any minute though I might sting your eye
(Chorus)
Were family, family
Everyone of us is family
What would life be like without family
Were family, family
(Violent J)
Yea, the Bruce brothers will never die, that's right it's all about family. I'll hex anyone that ever messed with my family. My mom, yea, my brother and sister, yea and their kids yea.
When Vampiro Gets High
(Violent J)
And we're ready, just remember to be smooth you gotta be faster though. We gotta go through it faster.
(Vampiro)
Why?
(Violent J)
Because we don't have that much space
(Vampiro)
I'm feeling it
(Violent J)
Then we gotta break it up
The name is Vampiro, go
(Vampiro)
The name is Vampiro, go
Vampiro! Child of the rancid, wretched darkness. Vampiro! I truly am a juggalotus. Maniac killa, super unknown! Hero! Yeah, a true hatchet ryda! Long reign the Lotus killas! Then again, it's my priviledge to powerbomb your fuckin' ass on a bed of butcher knives mothafucker!
(Violent J)
Mothafucko
(Vampiro)
Open up the Pandora's box bitchboy
And I am 1 of 6 killas, with Jamie Monoxide (Jamie Madrox) Oh fuck ok that's that dude from Twiztid.
Shaggy (Monoxide) Blaze whut the fucker ever Monoxide (Blaze) Blaze
And of course Violent J
(Violent J)
With blood trails drain through the streets of detroit
(Vampiro)
Like Faygo off a juggalos dick motherfucker
(A juggalos body) Oh
The result of 6 serial murdering maniac killas. Killing, murdering, stabbing....(Chopping!! Hacking!! Cutting!!)
And maybe lighting your fucking dick on fire bitch
(Whoo!)
All hail the Lotus Pod from hence we came
And when our job is complete we will return to
(In your ribs, in your ribs) in my nuts (No, in your ribs) Aight
(The Lotus Pod)
The Lotus Pod (The Lotus Pod) the Lotus Pod fucker, the next level, 6 maniac killas
The Lotus Pod (the Lotus Pod) the Lotus Pod
(Look at me not the mic, I mean the microphone not me, don't look at me look at the microphone)
I'm lookin at the microphone man, (the Lotus Pod) the Lotus Pod (the Lotus Pod)
My big dick (your big dick) my big... dick!
(Alright that's a wrap)
And we're ready, just remember to be smooth you gotta be faster though. We gotta go through it faster.
(Vampiro)
Why?
(Violent J)
Because we don't have that much space
(Vampiro)
I'm feeling it
(Violent J)
Then we gotta break it up
The name is Vampiro, go
(Vampiro)
The name is Vampiro, go
Vampiro! Child of the rancid, wretched darkness. Vampiro! I truly am a juggalotus. Maniac killa, super unknown! Hero! Yeah, a true hatchet ryda! Long reign the Lotus killas! Then again, it's my priviledge to powerbomb your fuckin' ass on a bed of butcher knives mothafucker!
(Violent J)
Mothafucko
(Vampiro)
Open up the Pandora's box bitchboy
And I am 1 of 6 killas, with Jamie Monoxide (Jamie Madrox) Oh fuck ok that's that dude from Twiztid.
Shaggy (Monoxide) Blaze whut the fucker ever Monoxide (Blaze) Blaze
And of course Violent J
(Violent J)
With blood trails drain through the streets of detroit
(Vampiro)
Like Faygo off a juggalos dick motherfucker
(A juggalos body) Oh
The result of 6 serial murdering maniac killas. Killing, murdering, stabbing....(Chopping!! Hacking!! Cutting!!)
And maybe lighting your fucking dick on fire bitch
(Whoo!)
All hail the Lotus Pod from hence we came
And when our job is complete we will return to
(In your ribs, in your ribs) in my nuts (No, in your ribs) Aight
(The Lotus Pod)
The Lotus Pod (The Lotus Pod) the Lotus Pod fucker, the next level, 6 maniac killas
The Lotus Pod (the Lotus Pod) the Lotus Pod
(Look at me not the mic, I mean the microphone not me, don't look at me look at the microphone)
I'm lookin at the microphone man, (the Lotus Pod) the Lotus Pod (the Lotus Pod)
My big dick (your big dick) my big... dick!
(Alright that's a wrap)
Confessions
(Violent J)
Father, I confess for doing it
I had a brain, but life had to ruin it
Dissinfected, disected, don't respect it
When you put me in a cage full of animals
Savages and cold blooded canibals
I can't help but become what's around me
Try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but it's all I know
The only thing I ever knew, so what to do
Look at you, a bigot till your growing old
You're growing mold, with a soul that's freezing cold
So I confess, but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
(Chorus 2x)
This is I confess
But I really could care less
Father I tried
But fate wasn't on my side
I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it
I took it home, opened it, I shook it
She had papers, lipstick and nail polish
Credit cards and about 27 dollars
I bought a fifth, drank it and laid there
It seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere
On the light post, by this mailbox
I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks
But there it was, on the sidewalk, waiting for me
It tried to lure me to it, I had to fucking do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fucking hand in it
It was full of rats, and they fucking bit it off
Father I confess, I'm a criminal
But my world's too subliminal around me
Look at them, all the wicked masses
That's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes
(Chorus 2x)
This is I confess
But I really could care less
Father I tried
But fate wasn't on my side
It's like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybodys got a ticket, they're looking
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack
(Chorus repeat till song ends)
This is I confess
But I really could care less
Father I tried
But fate wasn't on my side
Father, I confess for doing it
I had a brain, but life had to ruin it
Dissinfected, disected, don't respect it
When you put me in a cage full of animals
Savages and cold blooded canibals
I can't help but become what's around me
Try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but it's all I know
The only thing I ever knew, so what to do
Look at you, a bigot till your growing old
You're growing mold, with a soul that's freezing cold
So I confess, but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
(Chorus 2x)
This is I confess
But I really could care less
Father I tried
But fate wasn't on my side
I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it
I took it home, opened it, I shook it
She had papers, lipstick and nail polish
Credit cards and about 27 dollars
I bought a fifth, drank it and laid there
It seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere
On the light post, by this mailbox
I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks
But there it was, on the sidewalk, waiting for me
It tried to lure me to it, I had to fucking do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fucking hand in it
It was full of rats, and they fucking bit it off
Father I confess, I'm a criminal
But my world's too subliminal around me
Look at them, all the wicked masses
That's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes
(Chorus 2x)
This is I confess
But I really could care less
Father I tried
But fate wasn't on my side
It's like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybodys got a ticket, they're looking
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack
(Chorus repeat till song ends)
This is I confess
But I really could care less
Father I tried
But fate wasn't on my side
Insane Killers
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
From New York to L.A.
From Chile to Greece
From Uganda to your momma
We gives absolutely no fucks
Mothafucka
Natural born serial slaughterers
Mass mothafucking murdering muderers
Bitch, come and meet your maker
(Violent J)
I'm scary like Michael Jaskson up close
I like digging up dead bodies
Look at me I'm gross
My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
Gonorrhea or the clap cause I infected this rap
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well that's like asking Charlie Manson
if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself
What, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinking the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley,
where'd you get that?
It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
It's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't know
Look at us natural killas
The world most playa hated rapper
And the most hated group together like woooo!
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
(V-Ice)
This ain't no Blair Witch
Beware bitch
I'll pick ur motherfucking brain with an icepick
Remember me? The V-I-C-E
Well here's my trilogy I'm outta captivity
Rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
You're flying away like the last days
of the motherfucking Lotus
I'm the redneck in the moshpit two axes come in handy
To answer Violent J, ya damn right it's a Stanley
In the shadows of the dark with Darkman like Spawn
In the dash blazing it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
Assembling bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the killer's milkshake
Blended with the clowns from the underground
it's a lyrical deathbreak
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
Disrespect me I'll run in your house
Like puffing steam stout
Break both your arms, gun in your mouth
Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
Fucking with the clan, watch what you say
We kill Beep: Lame Lyric Censor
Shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
Catch you at a show while you're chilling with your hoe
And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
Gun groove captain
Brooklyn, home of the original gun clapping
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
(Screams)
To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried alive
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
Hands clawing for blood!
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
From New York to L.A.
From Chile to Greece
From Uganda to your momma
We gives absolutely no fucks
Mothafucka
Natural born serial slaughterers
Mass mothafucking murdering muderers
Bitch, come and meet your maker
(Violent J)
I'm scary like Michael Jaskson up close
I like digging up dead bodies
Look at me I'm gross
My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
Gonorrhea or the clap cause I infected this rap
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well that's like asking Charlie Manson
if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself
What, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinking the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley,
where'd you get that?
It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
It's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't know
Look at us natural killas
The world most playa hated rapper
And the most hated group together like woooo!
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
(V-Ice)
This ain't no Blair Witch
Beware bitch
I'll pick ur motherfucking brain with an icepick
Remember me? The V-I-C-E
Well here's my trilogy I'm outta captivity
Rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
You're flying away like the last days
of the motherfucking Lotus
I'm the redneck in the moshpit two axes come in handy
To answer Violent J, ya damn right it's a Stanley
In the shadows of the dark with Darkman like Spawn
In the dash blazing it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
Assembling bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the killer's milkshake
Blended with the clowns from the underground
it's a lyrical deathbreak
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
Disrespect me I'll run in your house
Like puffing steam stout
Break both your arms, gun in your mouth
Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
Fucking with the clan, watch what you say
We kill Beep: Lame Lyric Censor
Shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
Catch you at a show while you're chilling with your hoe
And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
Gun groove captain
Brooklyn, home of the original gun clapping
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
(Screams)
To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried alive
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
Hands clawing for blood!
(Chorus 2x)
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fucking around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
The Mom Song
(Violent J)
This is for mom
Mrs Linda Harwood
Mrs Cathy Hill
This is for you
(Violent J)
I respect my mother
With every step I take
She was there for my first step
In the first place
Everybody wants out on their own
Now that I'm grown
I wanna be back home
In a world full of vipers
Only my mother's love was righteous
I feel I've been to hell and back three times
I could never sum it up with these rhymes
Looking for a story to share
With somebody, but they never seem to care
While I'm looking for this person everywhere
I'm slipping, cause my mom is right here
Life moves along so fast
When I see real love at last its past
That ain't gonna happen to me
I can hear my conscience rapping to me
It's like ..Hey, you've only got one real friend
From the cradle, to the grave, and back again...
With unconditional love
That's my mother I'm speaking of.
(Chorus)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Momma)
And I know it's true
Even in my darkest time
In my darkest hour
When my heart is blind
And I'm giving nobody respect
My mother's there to put my ass in check
And she don't play that mister famous trash
She was putting them diapers on my ass
She's seen every side of me
It don't matter how thuggish I try to be
NAW every week in the back yard
Now I'm in the big time, trying to act hard
What mattered when I looked a years back
Was momma, bringing the chairs back
Supporting every dream I got
You best believe, man, I dreamed a lot
Me and Rude Boy, I'm trying to tell ya
Not a day goes by in life, we don't feel ya
We ain't taking nothing for granted
Moms lasagna is so good I can't stand it!
Mrs. Hill always greets me with a hug
Now I see where Rudy got all his love
(Chorus 2x)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Momma)
Everybody around me, they use me, and go for self
They want cash, equity, bank and wealth
Mom puts that on the shelf
All she cares about is my health
It all seems too good to be
As I'm battling life, momma's backing me
And she only really wants one thing of mine
Just a little time
Mother, in this world of scars
Money and snakes and labeled wars
Whatever else life puts me through
Its all number two
When it comes to you
And your love is all I treasure
My real father just didnt measure
He was gone, without a thing to say!
I know he would have failed in comparison anyway
You gave me three times the love
Enough for you, him, and the God above
Rude Boy, his daddy was strong
Stayed holding on when the ease was gone
Now a days, everything's all right
Millionaire rocking these microphones all night
Making all of our dreams come true
And we full of love, mamma, thanks to you!
I'm still sorry about the china cabinet
Wish I could bring it all back now, dammit!
Linda, Ron, Cathy and Raul
We want you to know that we love you
(Chorus 2x)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Momma)
This is for mom
Mrs Linda Harwood
Mrs Cathy Hill
This is for you
(Violent J)
I respect my mother
With every step I take
She was there for my first step
In the first place
Everybody wants out on their own
Now that I'm grown
I wanna be back home
In a world full of vipers
Only my mother's love was righteous
I feel I've been to hell and back three times
I could never sum it up with these rhymes
Looking for a story to share
With somebody, but they never seem to care
While I'm looking for this person everywhere
I'm slipping, cause my mom is right here
Life moves along so fast
When I see real love at last its past
That ain't gonna happen to me
I can hear my conscience rapping to me
It's like ..Hey, you've only got one real friend
From the cradle, to the grave, and back again...
With unconditional love
That's my mother I'm speaking of.
(Chorus)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Momma)
And I know it's true
Even in my darkest time
In my darkest hour
When my heart is blind
And I'm giving nobody respect
My mother's there to put my ass in check
And she don't play that mister famous trash
She was putting them diapers on my ass
She's seen every side of me
It don't matter how thuggish I try to be
NAW every week in the back yard
Now I'm in the big time, trying to act hard
What mattered when I looked a years back
Was momma, bringing the chairs back
Supporting every dream I got
You best believe, man, I dreamed a lot
Me and Rude Boy, I'm trying to tell ya
Not a day goes by in life, we don't feel ya
We ain't taking nothing for granted
Moms lasagna is so good I can't stand it!
Mrs. Hill always greets me with a hug
Now I see where Rudy got all his love
(Chorus 2x)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Momma)
Everybody around me, they use me, and go for self
They want cash, equity, bank and wealth
Mom puts that on the shelf
All she cares about is my health
It all seems too good to be
As I'm battling life, momma's backing me
And she only really wants one thing of mine
Just a little time
Mother, in this world of scars
Money and snakes and labeled wars
Whatever else life puts me through
Its all number two
When it comes to you
And your love is all I treasure
My real father just didnt measure
He was gone, without a thing to say!
I know he would have failed in comparison anyway
You gave me three times the love
Enough for you, him, and the God above
Rude Boy, his daddy was strong
Stayed holding on when the ease was gone
Now a days, everything's all right
Millionaire rocking these microphones all night
Making all of our dreams come true
And we full of love, mamma, thanks to you!
I'm still sorry about the china cabinet
Wish I could bring it all back now, dammit!
Linda, Ron, Cathy and Raul
We want you to know that we love you
(Chorus 2x)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Momma)
Super Star
(Violent J)
If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero
Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro
Every album I touch 5 mics
I'd be on MTV with Tommy Lee riding dirtbikes
Me and Fred Durst cooking brautwurst
And one of _Hugh's_ barbecues with them _bunny_ skirts
I wouldn't need a baracade at my shows
'Cause it would be nothing but celeberty friends
the first 10 rows
I'd have a 90 pound slut on my arm
Who looks like a little skinny dude with a perm
But she's a supermodel and she works in Brazil
And her daddy plays polo on the isle of Nigil
I remember when I met at a party with my friends
I sent her a rose with a note "May I have this dance?"
Jeckel what, I don't even know who they are
If I had things my way, I'd be a superstar
(Chorus 2x)
I'm so famous, I'm so sweet
I'm so neat, I can't be beat
Call my publicist for time
I'm so fashion, I'm devine
I got a call this morning, Denis Rodman and Carson Daly
They want to meet me up for lunch at the Bailey
And I don't even know them people
But we famous, so we consider each other equal
Where am I from, oh yea Detroit City
I remember that tiny little town, so itty bitty
I think I used to have some family there
In fact I wonder if...rmmm... anyway, Jauque do my hair
Sniffing cocaine off of crystal countertop
Kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lollypop
Shaggy who, watch me clean up the ghetto
I sleep on a mattress sprinkled with rose petals
Make my music, write my song I'll come sing it
And when the royalty check comes, better bring it
Mr. Masseuse come and rub me down gently
Mom, hers the keys, go and wash the Bentley
"Let me tell you, I drove for that guy. I know, I swear to God! We went to Las Vegas, he gave every one of us 1500 dollars a day, just to piss away on the tables. I couldn't believe it. This guy, he had so many women, he had an entourage of at least 30 guys, on and off my damn bus all day long. I couldn't believe it! Just everyday it was a new woman, everyday..it was 30 new people, ya know. He had gold, he had diamond..anything you want. I told him about my mortgage on my house, 80 thousand dollars. I swear to God..true story, this guy, gave me 80 thousand dollars, said "you don't have to worry about it now, cuz!" I couldn't believe it!"
Superstar....
(Chorus 2x)
I'm so famous, I'm so sweet
I'm so neat, I can't be beat
Call my publicist for time
I'm so fashion, I'm devine
I'm like Berzerko, I suck my drummers dick
I ain't gay or nothing, I just did it for kicks
I play the crazy rock star it helps my rep
You should of seen me at the movie premire
with Johnny Depp
I love Hollywood partys, I live like a star
I'll kiss your ass, even if I don't know who you are
I'll jump in your pictures and I'll get in your way
I'm annoying as fuck, I'm like that one kid from Sugar Ray
Do I remember Twiztid, of course I do, Twisted Sister, they used to play with Motley Crue
Oh you mean them rapper kids that were down with me?
No, I don't recall, excuse me, security!
I don't need old friends, I'm way bigger
Sorry, my phone's ringing, it's Tommy Hillfiger
I'll see you when I see if I remember who you are
After all, you're talking with the superstar
(Chorus 2x)
I'm so famous, I'm so sweet
I'm so neat, I can't be beat
Call my publicist for time
I'm so fashion, I'm devine
If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero
Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro
Every album I touch 5 mics
I'd be on MTV with Tommy Lee riding dirtbikes
Me and Fred Durst cooking brautwurst
And one of _Hugh's_ barbecues with them _bunny_ skirts
I wouldn't need a baracade at my shows
'Cause it would be nothing but celeberty friends
the first 10 rows
I'd have a 90 pound slut on my arm
Who looks like a little skinny dude with a perm
But she's a supermodel and she works in Brazil
And her daddy plays polo on the isle of Nigil
I remember when I met at a party with my friends
I sent her a rose with a note "May I have this dance?"
Jeckel what, I don't even know who they are
If I had things my way, I'd be a superstar
(Chorus 2x)
I'm so famous, I'm so sweet
I'm so neat, I can't be beat
Call my publicist for time
I'm so fashion, I'm devine
I got a call this morning, Denis Rodman and Carson Daly
They want to meet me up for lunch at the Bailey
And I don't even know them people
But we famous, so we consider each other equal
Where am I from, oh yea Detroit City
I remember that tiny little town, so itty bitty
I think I used to have some family there
In fact I wonder if...rmmm... anyway, Jauque do my hair
Sniffing cocaine off of crystal countertop
Kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lollypop
Shaggy who, watch me clean up the ghetto
I sleep on a mattress sprinkled with rose petals
Make my music, write my song I'll come sing it
And when the royalty check comes, better bring it
Mr. Masseuse come and rub me down gently
Mom, hers the keys, go and wash the Bentley
"Let me tell you, I drove for that guy. I know, I swear to God! We went to Las Vegas, he gave every one of us 1500 dollars a day, just to piss away on the tables. I couldn't believe it. This guy, he had so many women, he had an entourage of at least 30 guys, on and off my damn bus all day long. I couldn't believe it! Just everyday it was a new woman, everyday..it was 30 new people, ya know. He had gold, he had diamond..anything you want. I told him about my mortgage on my house, 80 thousand dollars. I swear to God..true story, this guy, gave me 80 thousand dollars, said "you don't have to worry about it now, cuz!" I couldn't believe it!"
Superstar....
(Chorus 2x)
I'm so famous, I'm so sweet
I'm so neat, I can't be beat
Call my publicist for time
I'm so fashion, I'm devine
I'm like Berzerko, I suck my drummers dick
I ain't gay or nothing, I just did it for kicks
I play the crazy rock star it helps my rep
You should of seen me at the movie premire
with Johnny Depp
I love Hollywood partys, I live like a star
I'll kiss your ass, even if I don't know who you are
I'll jump in your pictures and I'll get in your way
I'm annoying as fuck, I'm like that one kid from Sugar Ray
Do I remember Twiztid, of course I do, Twisted Sister, they used to play with Motley Crue
Oh you mean them rapper kids that were down with me?
No, I don't recall, excuse me, security!
I don't need old friends, I'm way bigger
Sorry, my phone's ringing, it's Tommy Hillfiger
I'll see you when I see if I remember who you are
After all, you're talking with the superstar
(Chorus 2x)
I'm so famous, I'm so sweet
I'm so neat, I can't be beat
Call my publicist for time
I'm so fashion, I'm devine
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