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Well, I've been to the storm house and then some Payed my dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next day, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Pull your spine out your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'ma send her ass home with a footprint on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, step back and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sac Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back All the pressure packed into one nut I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up And the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic! Thought you know bitch!! The ICP is made up of psychotic, emented psycho clumsy motherfuckers and we'll put a hook on your lump like it ain't nobody's business!!" So I'm standing by the train tracks Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe Letras de cancionesI'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and... ...Until I'm nothing Seems like I always get beat down Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz Southwest Detriot just to make it one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles With a cold two-liter in hand Rapping to the bitch at the French fry stand Take it to the Patton Park Then I'll make a sexist remark Cuz they're all eventually bitching Serve me, fucking take your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me, it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic *theme song from "Halloween"* "Hey man, why don't you slide some of that Faygo over here? C'mon man, what you...you farted, didn't you? I should slap your ass man, you farted." *tap tap* "What man?" "What? Your license and registration, that's what, you littlle fuck face." "Hey-hey-hey yo man...FUCK YOU, YOU FAT JELLY-FILLED MUTHAFUCKA!! WHAT'S UP?!?!" *gunshots* "C'MON MAN! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU, MAN!!" Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho I'll throw rocks at stray dogs Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs I cut class, said I was a faker You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a Southwest street gang And I never let my Southwest meat hang Cuz you know what ICP's all about Take a brick out the street And bust you in the mouth Find a girl's daddy's rich And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch But I throw the turkey head up to the stuffing Like Billy Bill say, "A bitch ain't nothing." Grab her by the arm and break it Grab her by the life and take it And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopatchic!! Psychopatchic!! Psychopatchic!! Psychopatchic!! Psychopatchic!! Psychopathcic!! From Letras Mania