Shaggy 2 Dope - f** The f** Off lyrics

k** him... k** him... put him to d**h… Kil him... k** him... put him to d**h. Guess who's back in this b**h again With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin I'm 2 Dope Switch my sh** up, no For these hands to grope hoes, and b**hes hoe Now everybody thinks their sh**s the wickedest Them hoes spittin wicked sh** 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**in' body bout to hang with this Fans get punched in the head with a ba** Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbu*tin your face f** off, this shot, spin my nuts Ya'll be s**in more dick than s*uts I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness Now f** the f** off, who finna bump this? Chorus: (x2) This sh** ain't for p**y heads (So f** off) This ain't for you rookie kids (f** the f** Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f** off) This the sh** that brings the dead out (f** the f** Off) I don't need a f**in 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 a** and kicked in the face f** your dresscode, I swing my balls f** your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls Securities look like weak a** wrestlers Pettin' kids down like child molesters I'm sick of this bullsh**, 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 sh** ain't for p**y heads (So f** off) This ain't for you rookie kids (f** the f** Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f** off) This the sh** that brings the dead out (f** the f** Off) CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6) Diss my sh** and get shot in the back You ain't gonna be the first b**h I smacked The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove On who? Us? Me? sh**, please Lick these You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me And tell your mom to f**in f** off for me f** 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** 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** you think you're f**in with? YOU CAN fu*k THE fu*kIN' fu*k OFF, b*tch! Chorus: (x4) This sh** ain't for p**y heads (So f** off) This ain't for you rookie kids (f** the f** Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So f** off) This the sh** that brings the dead out (f** the f** Off) Hehehehehehhoohohooo