(feat. Jugga the Bully)



[dramatic Italian music plays, like "The Godfather"]



"Uh-oh! Here comes trouble!"



[Intro]

I'm SO SICK, of all these rappers, MC's talkin bout they thugs

Yo we been thugged out since Cub Scouts, you know what that means?

When y'all were breakin in line, we were breakin spines

We didn't have no slip knots, we had nooses

We have Girl Scout cookies, reach in here if it breaks you'll feel 'em!



[Chorus: x2]

THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - best believe

We are guaranteed to make you bleed

Jumpin out of swings, kickin in teeth

THUGGED OUT SINCE CUB SCOUTS - yes indeed



[Verse One: Deacon the Villain]

Yo; bailing on my Big Wheel, dressed to kill

Jeans with the knee pads, slanted Raccoon hat

Wiffleball bat in my holster, rollin

Supersoaker filled with piss, patrollin

Thugged out, get drugged out of your own treehouse

Hangin hives on jungle gyms, lettin the bees out

Girls want beef like Arby's, melt they Barbies

My Cub Scouts were a miniature sinister army

In the cafeteria didn't let shit slide

Hit guys up for they milk and shepherd's pie

You want extra pizza?  Here's yo' slice [blade sound]

I'm the line leader BITCH, run yo' Nikes (give me your shoes!)

Hit y'all, thought you knew I'm the shit dog

That's what you get for rollin all hard in kickball (fucker!)

Fartknocker, you better hope class lasts

Cause at recess your ass is grass



[Verse Two: Mr. Raw]

No doubt, I been thugged out since I was a Cub Scout

Hoppin off my BMX, punchin niggaz in the mouth [BAM] (ooh!)

A little bad-ass nigga, fuck hide'n'seek

I was gettin a whippin from momma like every week

Splittin niggaz wigs and takin their G.I. Joes

Lunch money you name it baby I got to have it yo

Talk shit and feel my hands grip ya fuckin throat

Girls hated me cause I would always steal they jump rope (bitch!)

Now let a bigga nigga say somethin stupid

Smack him with the bat, lay his ass out flat

Why must the nappy head boy, be like that

Where's the home trainin?  He's like an animal with no tamin

Who you blamin when your son gets snatched up

Smacked up, Derrick Green again, he's bout to act up

And while you playin dodgeball I'll be tappin jaws

Here comes that boy again!  Yo he's worse than a Chuckie doll



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: Jugga the Bully]

Jugga Bully wasn't at all popular

until that day I beat down the hall monitor

I used to use small binoculars

to look at girls through this hole in the wall

that led directly to the stalls where the broads lockers were

And they were usually all topless or leanin over to tie their shoes

that's when I bust through, and make my move to grab at least 5 boobs

And this ain't high school, this is kindergarten

Juggs was into arson, burned the media center into carbons

I guess I had mental problems, but then again

I think my problems started when the school nurse put me on Ritalin

(Blame her!) Y'all put gas in sugar tanks

I put boogers on the substitute's glass and he drank

I had pics of a hooker with the principal, gettin his ass spanked

I wasn't scared of the teachers (nah)

Juggs was gettin head under the bleachers

durin the Pledge of Allegiance, that's what I'm bout



[Verse Four]

Hey! Cuttin in the lunch line, what you thinkin dawg?

I'll stab you dead in yo' eye with the Lincoln Log

Oh you think I'm soft because I rock Izod?

Pull out the sawed off ' "Oh my God!" [chkchk-BOO]

Even though I never been hauled off to juvenile detention

I done things too vile to mention

I was too demented; remember when Baby Jessica fell in the well?

I threw her in it!!

I always been a sick kid

Took hella Valiums and all type of doctor's prescriptions

And when the Den Leader gave me stress

I smacked him in the grill with my Merit Badge vest

Nevertheless, classmates learned never to test

unless they want a spitball stuck to they neck

Oh you think it's funny?  I'll beat you down

screamin out my buddy, my buddy, my buddy!

[singing] My buddy and meeeee!



"That boy's one mean motherfucker!