Fuck The Fuck Off Lyrics

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death...
Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.

Guess who's back in this bitch again
With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin
I'm 2 Dope
Switch my shit up, no
For these hands to grope hoes, and bitches hoe
Now everybody thinks their shits the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked shit is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh
Ain't no f*ckin' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass
Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face
f*ck off, this shot, spin my nuts
Ya'll be suckin more dick than sluts
I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness
Now f*ck the f*ck off, who finna bump this?

[Chorus: x2]
This shit ain't for p*ssy heads (So f*ck off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*ck the f*ck Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f*ck off)
This the shit that brings the dead out (f*ck the f*ck Off)

I don't need a f*ckin band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks
The stage, the mic, and a Juggalo army
Hoes climb up and try to grind on me
Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage
Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face
f*ck your dresscode, I swing my balls
f*ck your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls
Securities look like weak ass wrestlers
Pettin' kids down like child molesters
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm Shaggs the Clown We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around
You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks
In the little yellow bus, packed full of retards
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are

[Chorus: x2]
This shit ain't for p*ssy heads (So f*ck off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*ck the f*ck Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f*ck off)
This the shit that brings the dead out (f*ck the f*ck Off)

CAN WE GET A WITNESS?![x6]

Diss my shit and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first bitch I smacked
The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move
Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
On who?
Us?
Me?
Shit, please
Lick these
You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me
And tell your mom to f*ckin f*ck off for me
f*ck these hoes, they tryina take riches
I'm the Southwest Strangla, windpipe tangala
I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof
Skeet on your face is the only proof
f*ck Off! That is what I tell the Earth
I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the f*ck you think you're f*ckin with?
YOU CAN f*ckIN' f*ck THE f*ck OFF, BITCH!

[Chorus: x4]
This shit ain't for p*ssy heads (So f*ck off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f*ck the f*ck Off)
Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f*ck off)
This the shit that brings the dead out (f*ck the f*ck Off)

Hehehehehehhoohohooo

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