Don't read it time to shut em down,
turn another page put em in the blender magazine crusade,
kill em all, burn em all, take em to the streets,
another publicist dead page 153 only credit was a
cover tag next months issue read all about fallout
bands dissen you heres a story for that ass lotus
ready to brawl bringin you blood shock and awe.
so bring it on.

You can't make or break me fuck MTV.
I'ma underground killa huntin VIP murderous me
followin Tom home with a 12 inch shank
about to bloody the chrome.
I cut his throat so deep nearly cut off
his head 13 wounds found in the chest
of his kids and his wife...
I still got his wife she be suckin
our dicks at the Pod as we write.

Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall)
and then back into the underworld we crawl
(so fuck yall bitches) Shock (stab em up)
and awe (watch em fall) and then back into
the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches)

I pull up strapin bombs at your tailgate
parties rush your gate with atleast 45
of my homies pissen out pile rigs
knockin out sound man, jump in your
mosh pit with my hatchet in hand OzzFest,
Blood Fest, snow corner more showin all
these faggots all about hardcore tying
hands with mic cords and burn down your
stage all this shit in all juggalos names

As soon as I walk in the door I set it off I
slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays "Ross"
so tipped and just rushed the stage and choked
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lights go out mind doin again and when they
come back on I got my dick in Lil Kim
I pulled off the rubber and bitch slapped
Danny Glover now I swing on Ashton Kutcher
and I bet I get the cover.

Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall)
and then back into the underworld we crawl
(so fuck yall bitches) Shock (stab em up)
and awe (watch em fall) and then back into
the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches)

Fuck the radio and all the songs they play
there playlist are wack and there DJ's are gay.
I ain't payin you shit to play my song 5g's for
rotation you know that's wrong got to come with
more money to air my shit gotta pay an A&R to
straight suck ya dick take ya to lunch get ya
all drunk N shit I'm like FUCK NAH fuck you
and the mainstream bitch.

I bomb on all you pop artists what's that
fuckin radio friendly love songs that shit
is wack all you candy coated rappers you
red cap wearers I got 7 slugs and 11
pallbearers the only pop I know is a pop
for my gat when I cock the hammer and pull
the trigger back erasing the top 10 spots,
cut out your hearts and make you number
1 on the dead chart BIATCH.

Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall)
and then back into the underworld we crawl
(so fuck yall bitches) Shock (stab em up)
and awe (watch em fall) and then back into
the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches)