well i ve been to the state house and then some payed my debts but i m still a street hoodlum dropped out of school cause i couldn t find my locker stubbles on my chin i got hair like chewbacca might see me sleeping on the street don t look for a job cause there s no jobs looking for me then it all went to my head next day forty nine motherfuckers dead tell the pigs i did it pull your spine out your back and beat you in the head with it and keep your bitch in place or i m a send her ass home with a foot print on her face uh i m hatin sluts shoot em in the face step back and itch my nuts less i m in the sack cause i fuck so hard it ll break they back all the pressure packed into one nut i was waiting on a bus and my head blew up and the sight ll make ya sick violent j motherfucker psychopathic psychopathic thought you knew bitch icp made up of psychotic demented psycho kleptic motherfuckers and we might put a hook on your throat like it ain t nobody s business first i m standing by the train tracks then you see me running but naked with a battle axe i m swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and aah until i m nuttin seems like i always get beat down like the hawk turned to the wicked clown tiptoe back to the ghetto zone cause southwest detroit is this demented one s home so you might see me at a festival cussin rude and scratchin my testicles with a cold two liter in hand rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand take her to the patton park then i ll make a sexist remark cause they re all eventually bitchin so if we ain t fucking take your ass to the kitchen police don t like me it s obvious just don t look in the trunk or the sight ll make you sick violent j motherfucker psychopathic  hey man why don t you slide some of that faygo over here come on man you farted didn t you i should sock your ass man you farted chill chill man it s a cop what man what your license and registration that s what you little fuck face hey hey yo man fuck you you fat jelly filled motherfucker get out of the car get the fuck outta the car what s up gunshots bitch come on man fuck you fuck you man yeah i ve always been a psycho psycho psycho sick psycho sick psycho psycho i ll throw rocks at stray dogs build crackhouses out of lincoln logs i cut class said i was a faker you was in school i was home watching green acres now i m all up in your face you can barely hear the rap with all that bass i m running with a southwest street gang and i never let my southwest meat hang cause you know what icp s all about take a brick out the street and bust you in the mouth find the girl s daddy s rich and his sweet little angel s my sewer freak bitch but i throw the turkey after the stuffing like billy bill say a bitch ain t nothing grab her by the arm and break it grab her by the life and take it and ya know the sight ll make ya sick violent j motherfucker psychopathic psychopathic come on psychopathic come on come on yeah psychopathic come on psychopathic bring it back now come on psychopathic bring it back now psychopathic yeah yeah yeah psychopathic yeah well then i sucked his nuts oh did you yeah wow did you fuck him well yeah he fucked me in the ass wow what about rodney fuck him what he doesn t know won t hurt him beep hold on a second hello hey you dumb fuckin bitch i heard you fucked on me what the fuck you doin when i see you i ma kick your motherfuckin click hi well who was that oh wrong number