[Intro:] Rude Boy Sittin Pancaked On 23's

Clown Love To Chicago Juggalos

We Underground Like Blaze

My Dead Homie

And Yours

We Dead

We Dead, No Wait A Minute... We Don't Die!

We Don't Die

We Dead



[Violent J:]

Maybe I Like Bloody, Murder Music, You Know Shit Like " Stab Your Fuckin Eye"

Maybe I Like Eatin Shit Like Tylenol PM's Cuz 5 Or 6 Will Get You High

Maybe I Like Punchin People I Don't Even Know, I Knock Em Flat Up Fuckin Out (PAH)

Tuck Some Money In They Jacket With A Note That Simply Reads " I Had To Let Some Anger Out" (sorry)

Maybe I Only Hang With Weirdos, And Hoodlums, And Junkies, I Keep Em Be My Side (what Up)

Maybe Mam Doesnt Understand A Friend Is Hard To Come By, So I'll Keep What I Can Find (My Boys)

Maybe I Got 2 Felonies, Tattoos On My Neck And I Always Paint My Face

Can I Still Data Your Daugter? I Mean I Think I Outta, I Like The Way She Taste



[Chorus:]

AINT YO BIDNESS

How I Act!

AINT YO BIDNESS

Dont Get Slapped!

AINT YO CONCERN

WHAT WE DO

LESS YOU WANT YO

Face Slapped Too!



[Violent J:]

Maybe I Dont Even Like You, But I Gotta Front Cuz Your A Record Label Guy (mother Fucker)

What If I Dragged You By The Hair, Into The Street, And Beat Your Ass, And Put A Boot Up In Your Eye (Puh! Bitch!)

Maybe I Would Rather Fuck A Missy Elliot Before A Tony... "Braxton"

Maybe I Would Rather Fuck A Mecy Grey Before A Janet... "Jackson"

Maybe I Dont Have No Self Esteem So I Like To Pick On Everbody Else

Maybe When I Was A Boy, Underneath My Shirt I Had Bruises And Welts "Oh" (its Ok)

Maybe I Was Hungry, Bottom Barrel Poor, And My Mom Was Always Sick

Maybe I'm Lying, I'm Just Trying To Find An Excuse To Be A Dick, I'm A Dick - Dick

Maybe I'm Upset That You Left Me, I'll Ahng Myself Right Above Your Bed " You Should Try Suicide"

From The Ceiling Fan, So I'll Be Swingin When You Walk I, I Might Kick You In The Head (Stook!)

Maybe I Got Seven Therapists, I Been Committed, But Manager He Got Me Free (Double A Yall)

Is Pills A Day, I Get So Dizzy And High, Sometimes I Can't Even See, (I Gotta Sit Down)



[Chorus:]

AINT YO BIDNESS

How I Act!

AINT YO BIDNESS

Dont Get Slapped!

AINT YO CONCERN

WHAT WE DO

LESS YOU WANT YO

Face Slapped Too!