"Chicken Huntin'"

[Violent J]
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got
Blood guts fingers and toes [3x]

Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do"
??"Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"??
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your neck's all over the shed
Boomshacka boom chop chop bang
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts fingers and toes [3x]
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

[Chorus (1x)]

[Violent J]
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
You redneck fucker!

[Chorus (1x)]

"Mr. Johnson's Head"

[Violent J]
Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag

"Southwest Song"

"Good people sometimes think bad things
Good people dream bad things, don't you
Good people even do bad things
Once in a while, we do"

[Violent J]
Factory smoke and choke in pain
Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain
So I break the law but I'm not to blame
You only know my place, you don't know my name

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel
And I park the car then I steal it again
Cuz I really don't know what's happening

[Violent J]
I wait for night to fall then I walk outside
And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And I pray to God to help me justify
Look over me cuz my brain is fried
And I don't have a name, I don't have a home
I just lay alone on my bed of stone

[Violent J]
You see, death awaits me on my narrow path
And when I stop to think I can only laugh
Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long
To see everybody singing that southwest song

[Chorus (2x)]
Wooooooo Oh We-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

[Violent J]
Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake
But I really don't care cuz it's all too late
You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath
As I crawl along I can feel the death

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Everywhere I go I bring with me pride
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death
So I try it again with what pride is left

[Violent J]
If we have to go then you can take me fast
You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast
And when the joker's card is missing from your deck
Then you know the road has finally caught my neck

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again
It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends
He's always hanging round waitin for me to die
We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy

[Violent J]
I feel him in the corner of a circled room
At about thirteen in the afternoon
And then I see the strain as I walk along
I notice everybody singing that southwest song

[Chorus (2x)]

What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry...
What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry...
Everybody singing that southwest song

[Violent J]
If my time has come, then I'm ready to go
Shoot me in the face with your forty-four
And when I'm falling down to my soury death
I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Lose some, win some, that's how it goes
I've been down and out, I took many blows
And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before
I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more

[Violent J]
You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down
You wanna start a family and ya own a home
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
You see the forks up, I see the forks down
But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around
Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way
I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!!

[Violent J]
And I could be right and I could be wrong
And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long
But it does not matter what set you on
Tonight everybody sings that southwest song

[Chorus (6x)]

"What seems bad to you?
Is hitting other kids?"

"Get Off Me, Dog!"

"Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man
You know what the word on the streets is, dawg
The word on the streets is that you a bitch
What's up with that, man?"

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek
Golley guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek
Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin
I let my nutsac flap in the wind
Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G,
And it's one chop, two boing, boom chop three
In the melon, in the back of the melon
One black, two black eyeballs swelling
Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy
Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40
Or the O-Z, muthafuck me
Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me
Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles
And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles
And crawls at my booty all warm and snug
And gets chased out by the booty ho bug
Goddamn, I ain't who I am
I'm always fucking fat bitches named Pam
Nineteen years of breathing smog
Has got me mental
So get off me, dog!...

[Chorus (14x)]
Get Off Me, Dog!

"Who Asked You"

[Violent J]
Drank my last cup of dead body stew
Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!
Nobody knows what I'm about
Walk around town with my guts hanging out
Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes
Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows
Why do I do the things that I do?
Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too
Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
Moving his butt-cheeks up and down
Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks
Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
Why do we do the things that we do?
Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?

[Chorus (2x)]
Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?

"The Dead One"

"You tried to stop me, remember?
You tried to deface your own creation
But I stopped you
Did it hurt, did you feel pain?"

[Violent J]
Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck
And I walked away harmless, it must of been good luck
Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead
Maybe I outta go anyway

[Violent J]
Strange things have happened since this day accord
A can hear a cold whisper in my every word
It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)
Maybe I outta go anyway

[Violent J]
I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house
My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead ("it hurts")
Life goes on for some
My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think
They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead

I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go if I'm dead

[Violent J]
My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor
I can hear these demons knocking at my door
They're laughing at the dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)
I don't wanna die, if you're dead, you're dead
I don't wanna die...you're dead, not yet now...
I don't wanna die...maybe I outta go
You're dead...I'm not goin' now...
I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go
Not yet now...
I don't wanna die...
I'm dead...
I don't wanna die...
you're dead
not yet
you're dead...
not yet

i speak

"My Funhouse"

[Violent J]
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich fuckIf you're bucking with
the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin
Listen close, you can barely make it out