"Manic Depressive"

[Violent J]
In my mind's eye
You throw wickedness at me
I'm just a toy to you
I bring no real joy to you
The way I see it
You don't want me here no more
You want a hole in my forehead
And blood pouring on the floor
Cause I'm so dirty
Fuckin' dirty and shoddy
I want up out of this body
That's hated by everybody
Sometimes I don't know why
I continue to try
It's so much easier to die
Than to get by
And to get by
And to get by

[Violent J]
If I'm gonna die
I'm taking you with me
Get you and get me
We can be bloody
If I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna succeed
Take you and get me
We can be bloody
Sometimes I don't know why
I continue to try
It's so much easier to die
Than to get by
And to get by
And to get by

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I don't wanna leave my house
Don't wanna open my mouth
Don't wanna read my mail
Don't wanna meet with pals
I don't wanna fuck shit up
Don't wanna fuckin' get up
Don't wanna take up space
Don't want your time to waste
I don't wanna fight this back
Just wanna fade to black
Don't wanna turn to faith
Or wanna burn at stakes
I don't wanna build my life
I wanna bloody my knife
Don't wanna grab the phone
Don't wanna leave this room
I don't wanna talk with you
I'm fuckin' stalkin' you
Don't wanna fix myself
I wanna nix myself
I don't wanna try to change
Just wanna fry my brains
Don't wanna slow shit down
I wanna throw shit around
I don't wanna run nowhere
Don't want no one to care
Don't want another crack at it
I'd rather be a crack addict
I don't wanna look for help
Don't wanna help myself
I don't wanna even try
To get by...
To get by...

"Real Underground Baby"

[Violent J]
Underground baby
Real underground baby...

This clown don't smile and honk your nose
This clown don't wear big goofy clothes
This clown don't mind your hatred for me
You'll get turned into a dead corpse right before me

Real underground baby...

[Chorus 2x]
And the preacherman said...
HALLELUJAH!
And the preacherman said...
HALLELUJAH!
And the preacherman said...
HALLELUJAH!
Me and the witch gonna go right to ya!

[Violent J]
Role model, eat a dick up and swallow
Only model I follow by the Jim Beam bottle
When I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
Full throttle, rollin' in an El Dorado
Full bottle, I care about no tomorrow
When I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall

Who can paint their face up!?
(Who can paint their face up!?)
And wear a ninja suit!?
(And wear a ninja suit!?)

[Violent J]
Floatin' thru some backyards
Dropkick your knees and backwards
I'm outti with a (poof!)
(And ain't that shit the truth!?)
My days are long and lonely
Black rain is right before me

Real underground baby

[Violent J]
My brain does nothing for me
Heyy! This pain'll be my story

[Repeat 4x]
Who took the chicken off the plate
And put it in the fridge?!
SHAGGY 2 DOPE DID!!

Underground baby...real underground baby

[Violent J 4x]
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
But I'm doin' it because I love it
And I'm underground baby
Real underground baby

Underground baby...real underground baby
Underground baby...real underground baby

Who can paint their face up!?
(Who can paint their face up!?)
And wear a ninja suit!?
(And wear a ninja suit!?)

[Violent J]
Floatin thru some backyards
Dropkick your knees and backwards
I'm outti with a (poof!)
(And ain't that shit the truth!?)

[Carnival of Carnage samples]

[Violent J]
My brain does nothing for me
This pain will be my story
Black rain is right before me

Underground baby

[Ringmaster samples]

Underground baby

[Riddle Box samples]

[Violent J 4x]
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
But I'm doin' it because I love it
And I'm underground baby
Real underground baby

[Great Milenko samples]

My days are long and lonely
Black rain is right before me

Real underground baby

My brain does nothing for me
This pain'll be my story

[Amazing Jeckel Brothers samples]

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Underground!
Underground 2 miles deep
Under your feet
Underground
Underground!
Underground 2 miles deep
Under the street
Underground

[Repeat 4x]
By far the ugliest and most monsterous thing I have ever seen (The Wraith!)

[Wraith samples]

I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands

HALLELUJHAH!!!!!

"Rollin' Over"

[intro]
Rolin' over, Hell muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your muthafuckin' face. Rollin'
over. I look up ther's still so far to go? Wicked clowns got that real shit. What up though.

[verse 1]
I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegesies, got a shiny ass V on my cheast wut up
i'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headless i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we the baddest here to sever your melon it's wicked
shit that we sellin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch slap now nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the walls shaggy 2 dope in this muthafucka.
You talkin through your but cause silence is for suckers. So i'm out there throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare like a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody wicked like me i do this terrifically
and my mutahfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree so clown love bitch, I seen it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour clown love in your city.

[Chorus 1]
Rollin' over, i look up there's still so far to go, so much time, Rollin over, I look up there's
still so far to go, it's yo time, Rollin over, I look up there's still so far to go, so much time,
Rollin' over, I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.

[Verse 2]
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm blowin' red lights and bet i'm blowin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outlaw. painted up and packin the bombs I stomp preps in the streets and
sound fire alarms bitch run for your life we keep it wicked and scary, and we welcome to our world
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls and got a thre foot dick for
all your chick jaws. Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle someone, maybe it's accustom gotta
get it done, I live like that spirits haunting me like that, i'm lost in the ougi board ain't never
comin back. ou, ou

"Rosemary"

[intro]
Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this dress code bitch. i can dance
muthafucka. i can daaannncccee.

[verse 1]
i'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so i'm checkin the ground behind a
nightclub, i can hear the bump outside i hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and
i'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, i don't know where my meds went, they been spent and i'm bent, i
don't remember yesterday at all, i'm barkin at the moon as i'm pissin' on the wall, people grippin'
new cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards i'm like a bad man, holdin'
out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and i'm blackin' out just about to lose
all hope, i was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she was everything i
planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'

[chorus]
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and she shook it some
more she's groovy. She made me happy i tried to refrain I walk off but then i run right back i'm at it
again she's callin'

[verse 2]
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched full throttle right back
to the spot then i waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem,
hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary freind gone have to leave me alone cause this really
goin' down i feel it pullin me home knowin i'm a wicked clown i gotta throw it down, she pulled in her
and her fuck ass strolled in, i hit the pipe again and jump out the stolen, jumpin through back yards
clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go theres a throat slingin', and the way she danced
split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games i'm on the side of her house lookin in through
the back den and there she was with him again dancin'

[chorus x1]

[verse 3]
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint, i came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, i'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine
but i caught him in time i had to take his life with a steak knife, i washed it off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice i'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' i'm fuckin' straight out the
streets but i'm down with some frontin' i wanna tango, but instead i'm still outside the club and it's
all in my head.

[chorus x1]

"Crop Circles"

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadically the circles appear
Baffling all through the history of known man
Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers
Nobody knows what for sure
Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read them and I believe that I need them
I’m runnin’ through a wheat field, chasin’ a ghost that loves circles
Use it for portals and time holes
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people
At the crop circle, I’ve come to know people
Under moon rays lighten up my new ways ?
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’ll pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped

[Chorus]
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

[Violent J]
This ball of mud that we live on is alive
You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out
I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night
Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights
Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse
And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse
They’re like artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic
I’m running through the moon lit fields
Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret
Its dancing, and I can’t catch up
And I almost ran head first into a truck
No compass will work, and I’m lookin’ for answers
Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards?
Have I lost you, cause I’ve lost me too
But if you’re hiding in the crops I will come find you

[Chorus]
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

[Violent J]
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In England the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Complex designs drops seconds before dawn

[Violent J]
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I’m layin’ in the crop circle countin’ my blessings

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And my heart, tho?, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose will bleed while you’re sleepin’

[Violent J]
Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware
Unless your like us, and don’t care

[Chorus]
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me

[Shaggy 2 Dope] Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I’m glad I finally got you to the house
[Girl] This is nice
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Yeah, oh damn,
I gotta check this message you know I’ve been filln’ out applications
all around the city you know trying to get a job
[Girl] Don’t worry about it baby
[Shaggy 2 Dope] I’ll handle this
[Message] What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here,
I need your fucking money
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Oh, shit
[Girl] Who the fuck was that?

"Deadbeat Moms"

[Violent J]
Bitch back up cause your dimmin’ my shine
You got nine kids, only two of them mine
I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac
Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin’ that
Your shit loop like a bowl of soup
And every time I’m with you, I’m smelling nothing but baby poop
You got WIC food stamps, and ADC
Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel
And I’ma murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport
Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes
They won’t stifle, always wanna fight and for what
Get the rifle one to her butt, POP!
I won’t have it, bitches won’t fly straight
And I got two more bitches callin’ sayin’ they late
Baby momma blues

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
Bitch leave me alone

[Esham]
Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama
Callin’ me while I’m in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna
Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
Anyway bitch, how’d u get my new number
Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weed?
That bitch did something that I couldn’t believe
She called up a priest, she called the police
And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece
Fuck my baby momma, I can’t see it like Stevie Wonder
All I know is when it rains it thunders
My baby momma took me under
Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids
Don’t tell me bout shit that none of them did
To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin’ the drama
Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes
You don’t love them kids, you only keep them to use
You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers
How that happen?
You got me plottin’ a kidnapping
Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off!
All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off
He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you
Damn, just a piece of neden ?
Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn’t enough
You met some punk and he stole your stuff
You wrecked your car they cut off your phone
Baby mommas blowin me up
AIN’T NOBODY HOME!
How much money, just for three kids
I got three other hoes layin’ down they bids
Don’t think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces
I got baby mommas in phenomenal places

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
Leave me alone

[Esham]
There you have it, man
These hoes done lost they minds, man
These hoes keep tryin’ to hit a brother with charges
So I just keep on hittin’ them with gauges
You know what I’m sayin’?
These hoes can just jump up off me man
I don’t give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I’m sayin?
Fuck what the DMA say
I just had another one man
Yeah, it’s tryna get me
I don’t know man
I don’t know what they gone do
But if they break up out this..

"We'll Be Alright"

[VIOLENT J]

No Luck, Got Stuck
They comin to reap on my truck
Big Bills, Shit Kills
No Pills and i'm out of Refills
She dissed, I missed
I'm having problems dodging these fists
They chasing me, they wanna lock me up
I'm surrounded by thugs who wanna sock me up
I can't stand it, I'm stranded
I can't find a home on this planet
I fuck theater, I can't get up
My own ladies tearing my shit up
I missed quoata, i turned shoulders
they all lockin me out, its gettin colder
but im ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm; i know in the long run

[ICP]
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
Mad Pills, Drink spills
black out at night, my hands kill
wake naked, can't take it
yo, wrap me up in that blanket
no bail, i fell
i'm on the right track, derailed
house stales, i'm in the county orange
and my kids' life's been torn
welfare, no healthcare
every mother fucker out for they self here
weird thoughts, life's tough
but i'm a hustler and know how to bluff
no cash, no past
i got dogs bouty huntin my ass
but its ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm cause in the long run

[ICP]
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

[VIOLENT J]
wrong turn, got burned
and the mother fuckers still aint learned

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
denied, no reply
but i been known to retry

[VIOLENT J]
they hate me, im scary

"Like It Like That"

[Violent J]
I’ll ride a fucking pogo stick all over your face
With Shaggy on my shoulders adding to the weight

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
We love all hoes, skinny old hoes
Big balled hoes, we dig all those

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

[Violent J]
We slap rappers in the head with the mic during freestlye wars
And get thrown out the doors

[Dynamite scratched]

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
We rock our own wear, and if we don’t care
About what the fuck is going on out there

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll

[Violent J]
When the streets go quiet it means something’s wrong
I’m standing on a corner sippin’ on something strong

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Channel 719 hit us with the high beam
Wicked clowns choppin’ em down live on the scene

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

[Violent J]
Sometimes my dome feels like a cherry bomb

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I gotta pound his fucking head with a hammer to keep him calm

[Violent J]
Get him

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
We so deep underground, the devil came around
But got his tail chopped off by Shaggy the clown

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll

[Violent J]
We livin’ in a fun house, walkin’ through mirrors and walls
The floor spins and it rains in the halls

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Many hate us, but we the greatest
Ya’ll just keep talkin, elevate us

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

[Violent J]
We human cannonballs flyin’ with no necks
Into brick walls scarier the show gets

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
We throw punches, hittin’ faces like freight trains
Guaranteed to put shit in your Hanes

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Say fuck you
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck you bitches (Fuck ya’ll)
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
What you gonna do bitch (Fuck ya’ll)
I say fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck all you hoes (Fuck ya’ll)

"Off The Track"

[Violent J]
I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me
Ive murdered everybody i need some switches for me
Take me some place nobody ever knew existed
Gone like the missle that missed it and gone balistic
Its floatin on anyone caught in the way
Im falling through the future while your back in the day
And no that, theres a storm comin brewin up ahead
Black rain as hot as it can get

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Shaggy]
Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles
For fifty three miles
We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles
I caught a shootin star
Inside a peanut butter jar
We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars
We draw crop circles
The **** sky purples
Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful
Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though
We keep it juggalo
We underground and more
Rockin shows in my underwear
Never been the one to care
Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer
I make the rainest
But the joker cards is forever famous
But who can blame us
The carnival became us
Im sleepin in the clouds leaving through the night sky
I fantasize let you see something beyond your eyes
I seen the galaxy ate lucky charms off the milkyway
But tommorow gonna be the day

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Violent J & Shaggy]
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night

[Violent J]
You gotta meet me to believe me
And meet me to achieve me
And vision through your third eye to even try to see me
Im to dramatic
Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic
Im on your TV screen talkin through the static
Im on the beaches of Afghanistan
Talkin to the reefer man
Caught in a avalanche and dont need an ambulance
Come with me ill show you how to relax
Dark Carnival wagons is flying off the tracks
So cmon

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Violent J & Shaggy]
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Violent J Talkin]
Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music. For the
juggalo nation of serial killas. World Wide.