Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a ed collar
Hollerin at him cause the son of a wont quit barkin
(grrrr, arf arf) or leanin out a window, with a ed shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot pac in
Lookin for bigs killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I dont see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than chris wallace
Pissed off, cause biggie and pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off em
And get dollars that shoulda been theres like they switched wallets
And amidst all this crist poppin and wris ches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of remi martin
Startin like some 26-year-old skinny cartman (God damnit!)
Im anti-backstreet and ricky martin
With instincts to kill nsync, dont get me started
These in brats cant sing and britneys garbage
Whats this re ed? gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I cant wait til I catch all you gots in public
Ima love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla ice dont like me (uh-uh)
Said some in vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin, I dont care, just bite me (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in gots who spray faygo root beer
And call themselves clowns cause they look
got2dope and silent gay
Claimin detroit, when yall live twenty miles away ( in punks)
And I dont wrestle, Ill knock you in gots the out
Ask em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(ahhh!) ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at yall runnin your mouth again
When you aint seen a in mile road, south of 10
And I dont need help, from d-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with lee nails
Slim anus, you damn right, slim anus
I dont get ed in mine like you two little flaming gots!