Shaggy

Shaggy - Fuck The Fuck Off lyrics

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Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death…

Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.



Guess who's back in this bitch again

With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin

I'm 2 Dope

Switch my shit up, no

For these hands to grope hoes, and bitches hoe

Now everybody thinks their shits the wickedest

Them hoes spittin wicked shit 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 fuckin' body bout to hang with this

Fans get punched in the head with a bass

Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face

Fuck off, this shot, spin my nuts

Ya'll be suckin more dick than sluts

I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness

Now fuck the fuck off, who finna bump this?



Chorus: (x2)

This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off)

This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off)

Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off)

This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)



I don't need a fuckin 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 ass and kicked in the face

Fuck your dresscode, I swing my balls

Fuck your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls

Securities look like weak ass wrestlers

Pettin' kids down like child molesters

I'm sick of this bullshit, 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 shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off)

This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off)

Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off)

This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)



CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)



Diss my shit and get shot in the back

You ain't gonna be the first bitch I smacked

The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move

Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove

On who?

Us?

Me?

Shit, please

Lick these

You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me

And tell your mom to fuckin fuck off for me

Fuck 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

Fuck Off! That is what I tell the Earth

I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth

So who the fuck you think you're fuckin with?

YOU CAN FUCK THE FUCKIN' FUCK OFF, BITCH!



Chorus: (x4)

This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off)

This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off)

Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off)

This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)



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