Insane Clown Posse - Ain't Yo' Bidness lyrics

(Intro) Rude Boy sittin' pancaked on 23's Clown Love to Chicago Juggalos We underground like Blaze My dead homie, and yours We dead We dead, no wait a minute... we don't die! We don't die! We Dead Violent J: Maybe I like bloody, murder music, you know sh** like "Stab Your f**in' Eye" Maybe I like eatin' sh** like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know, I knock 'em flat up f**in' out (PAH) Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads "I had to let some anger out" (Sorry) Maybe I only hang with weirdoes, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep 'em by my side (What up?) Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by, so I'll keep what I can find (My boys) Maybe I got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and I always paint my face Can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste Chorus: AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act! AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped! AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO! LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too! Violent J: Maybe I don't even like you, but I gotta front cause you're a record label guy (mother f**er!) What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your a**, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! b**h!) Maybe I would rather f** a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton" Myabe I would rather f** a Macy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson" Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody else Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts "Oh" (It's ok) Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick Maybe I'm lying, I'm just tryna find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll hang myself right about your bed "You should try suicide" From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin' when you walk I, I might kick you in the head (Stook!) Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed, but my manager he got me free (Double A ya'll) 18 Pills a day, I get so dizzy and high, sometimes I can't even see, (I gotta sit down) Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J and a gang of Juggalos: AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act! AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped! AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO! LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too! Hidden Song Soopa Villians Intro part, Syn: Esham the Boogie Man, running with a f**in' hatchet. Violent J the Juggla, and Shaggy 2 Dope the SouthWest Strangler, allegedly. Collectively known as.... The Ring Leader: The Soopa Villians!!! Esham: Super flex, jet super s**, the Boogie Man busting the bazooka necks, get wet the Soopa Villians clock super checks the Juggalo in me will break the bank and your super necks Violent J: It's the Juggla juggalin', Juggalo thuggalin' Thuggalo, scrub ninja, mutha facko My axe I keep with, me sneak with, I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with Esham: The Southwest Strangler Super Plex, some b**h through the limo window, super stretch Now I wonder should I shoot ya next, with the super soaker, get ya soaking wet Violent J: Juggaloly, I'ma Soopa Villian, I'm swinging my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling I'ma ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu, stab you, grab have at you Esham: Soopa Villians, making a super hero k**ing, f** ya feelings Ready and willing any day I could blow, insane monkey like Mojo JoJo Violent J: Citizens don't talk to the FBI, cause that k**a with the shank to ya neck be I I'm quick to bag the diamonds, nab it, I love Batman, but Robin's a f*ggot, (f*ggot)