[bad word] 2x)

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that [bad word] Mr Dead Folx, Colton [bad word] Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Blaze)

I was the first to put it down
Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta sounds
Strictly keep it underground
Lotus in the family, you now how we [bad word] for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you
Record sales don't make you bulletproof
Big time, and we both know you don't be doing that [bad word] that's in your rhymes
You ain't a like me, you ain't the thug I be
You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV
Where you're [bad word] trees, always asking for smoke
Ain't it a [bad word]  everybody a when wearing Loc's
That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat
Whoever think he the [bad word]  trying to claim my territory
I'm a [bad word] with heaters loaded and [bad word] You's a small time pee-on, braggin [bad word] rocks [bad word] break yourself, for everything and then some
Hold the mic to my [bad word]  so you can hear me when I [bad word]  [bad word] x2)

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that [bad word] Mr Dead Folx, Colton [bad word] Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

Never ever was I a [bad word] hoe,
You can put that on my ten-fold
Ma pop [bad word] and them know I sicko
Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper
Known to bring drama somethin' proper
Check nuts
Colton [bad word] got handles, I got the J
So when I'm spiting from the big oh line, nuts' in your face
Dead homie on a ho-port, smoking a Newport
Spiting at the [bad word]  and bumping that new Too Short
Life is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world, is my music to play
So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang
And all the thugs that wit me, throw your [bad word] in the air
And wave those [bad word] side to side
Like you don't care
And if you feeling like I'm feeling, then it's plainy clear
'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here
 [bad word] x2)

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that [bad word] Mr Dead Folx, Colton [bad word] Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Violent J)

It's me and Blaze, [bad word] driving in an 87 Cutlass
Taking turns at the wheel while the other claps [bad word] You're chick, I'm [bad word] that
Wicked [bad word]  I'm kicking that
I'm hitting with the quickness, life's stinking, where the chickens at?
You made a wrong [bad word] down my block
I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock
Uh, Colton [bad word] the only homie I got,
Mr Dead Folx sparking at the burial spot
We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Marz
Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars
little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes)
I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody
I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dieng day
On tour smoking bud, and eating Flying J
Look me up under 'Juggla' and you'll find my name
And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame [bad word] 
 [bad word] x2)

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that [bad word] Mr Dead Folx, Colton [bad word] Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Repeat Till End)
Mr Dead Folx
Believe me man you don't know me