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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
My name is Shaggy
But some call me Shaggy Balls
Cuz you can me my ball sac
Hangin out my drawls
I wear short shorts
Bitches stop and stare
Later on you see me partin through the Cotton hair
I meet a bitch
I always gotta check and ask
"How many corndogs been to the Cotton patch?"
And when I fuck bitches ask what i'm tryin to do
My nuts is people so i try and stuff em in there too
Cotton Candy is wasn't made for the mouth
Don't believe me just take a look down South
Rottin Candy is what you'll find with out a doubt
I stick my wang in the Cotton hole and then I'm out
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, nad Nate the Mack
They huntin Cotton
And Shaggy Shaggs knows where it's at
So don't be stingy
There's more than one Wicked Clown
And bitch you got enough Cotton here to go around
Now some bitches wanna go and shave they Cotton off
Straight to the Candy
I'm wit it
I won't get lost
That's why I bring da clippers wit me
They comin in handy
When you fuckin round wit the Cotton Candy
[(Chorus) x2]
HHHHHHEEEEEEYYYYY Cotton Candy
Yeah Hey Hey
Cotton Candy don't get wet until it's in yo mouth she told me
[Violent J]
My name is J
The kids call me Jiggy pants
Cuz I can play the flute
And make my dick start ta dance
Like a snake I make it shake, rattle, and roll
And this year my balls made it to the Cotton Bowl
Unlike Shaggy
He scared of the Cotton Pie
I ate so much Cotton Candy
I got pink eye
I can remember the first time I had a taste
She pulled her panties down
And shoved her Cotton in my face
I said "Your daddy's home"
She said "So fuckin what"
I tried to take my ding-a-ling and stick it in her butt
I tried to push it in
I couldn't turn it out
She said "Cotton Candy don't get wet until it's in yo mouth"
OH SHIT!
So what was I ta do
Run like a bitch
Or have the Cotton Stew
I thought for a second
Then I said "What The Fuck!"
I ate so much Cotton that my tounge came out her butt
BBBBWWWW Bitch
I'll have another bowl
My boys had to come and get me
Cuz I lost control
On the way home I had a new attitude
I'm like
"Hey let's go eat some more pussy dude"
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"Yeah, you give sax lessons. Why not to spend the night?
I am only to spend the night? I play music of the night.
No, no, I'm not awake in the day.
Read my lips, eww scary. Aww, man, why you guys in the goddamn,
Yellow Pages then, the fuckin, the goddamn, what's it, no,
it's the Weekly. In paranthasees, 'No gig...eww, scary'.
And that's just what I am. Scary."
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, bitch, Super Balls, is the name
And I come from a far away planet
Southwest Del Ray, goddamn it!
And it's the land of the smog-filled maniacs
Super Balls, and concrete nutsacs
You know that fat lady skank that always bothers you
I'm here to fuck her, yo, that's what I do
So tell me where the hoes is at
The fat loopy bitches with the lumpy backs
Super Balls ain't scared of a fuckin' thing
Hold your belly up and I'll stick you with my Super Wang
So, who's next, the bitch with the rubber eye
It won't shut, and now she can't find a guy
It scared everybody off, so I guess my duty calls
BITCH!!!!!!!!!! Call me Super Balls
Ain't no bitch to fat
Ain't no bitch to whack
Ain't no bitch to ugly
For Super Balls, woowoo! [x2]
I met a girl looked a lot like a turkey
So I fucked her and her neden went bublabublabubla
Cuz I could give a motherfuck about looks
I just jock up another one for the books
I know this bitch fat round like a beachball
You can roll her up, and bounce her off the wall
We played ball, shoot hoops, she can hold steady
Then I stick my dick down in the fat patty
Just cuz no one calls your home
Don't mean that you're all alone
Just call Super Balls to the rescue
Now here's what I'm a do
I might stick my big toe in your butthole
And then tickle your neden with my other toes
Ugly bitches in need, I crash through their walls
Big daddy J Violent Super Balls
Ain't no bitch to fat (yeah, motherfucker)
Ain't no bitch to whack (better ask somebody)
Ain't no bitch to ugly
For Super Balls, woowoo! [x2]
"It's a bright mid-summer day in Metropolis, and there's not much
news fit to televise at Galaxy Communications. Where, in his
office, Clark Kent is monitoring the twelve o'clock news."
"Uh uh, it goes thump thump thumpin against your clit"
"Harder, harder!"
"Lois Lane, ace reporter for Galaxy Communications, opens Clark's
door and looks in."
"When the hell do I get something out of this?"
It's down, it's down with the clown
Fuck fat bitches and charge by the pound
I gets paid and I bought a new Lexus
Cuz I fucked a bitch bigger than Texas (yeeehaw!!)
Super Balls don't care where his nuts at
One night, I found em in your mom's butt crack
You was playin Nintendo upstairs
I had my dick stickin in your mom's butt hairs
Granny walked in, puffing on a jay
"Pfft, my pussy's turning grey"
She asked if I would mind dipping in the sugar walls
I said it ain't no thing for Super Balls
Super Balls is in the motherfucking house!!!
Ain't no bitch to fat
Ain't no bitch to whack
Ain't no bitch to ugly
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What the hell's a ninja?
(ninja's posess a superior skills of ninjitsu, mu'afucka')
It is a branch os a Japanese samurai, a very old organization
Its origins are hundreds of years old, much of its history is being lost
not many ninja's exist today, yet they all have indomitable fighting skills
as a part of ninjitsu
(ninja's of the indomitable fighting skills, of a ninja, a ninjer, a
mutha'fuckin' ninja)
no matter what weapons you use, a ninja will never die!
Damn I wish I could be a Shokon Samurai
so I could swing a sword and make necks fly
I'd go to school and ninja-crawl through tha halls
n' then I'd jump out n' stab bitches in the balls
cuz I remember these kids from tha playground
everybody'd hang around, we were all down
but then we grew up, n' everybody turned away
n' now they dissin' me, yellin', "fuck Nerdy-J"
I sit n' think at how it changed as I got olda'
as I think I draw a ninja on my folda', Ugh
what I would do if I only had a ninja sword
you'd see blood start flingin' on tha chalkboard
I'd tell tha whole class, "nobody move a jiggle,
first one that do I'll make yer fuckin' neck wiggle."
everyone wold start jockin', tha news would take my picta'
DAMN I wish I could be a ninja
[chorus]
Damn I wish I could be a ninja, ninja [X3]
Damn It'd feel good ta see people applaudin' [all X2]
After I was done killin' all tha yuppie fucks
all tha poor kids would come n' swing from my nuts
and I would walk home feelin' like a Samurai
I'd walk in tha house, and see my momma cry
I's ask why, she'd point to my drunkin' pops
he tried ta hit her again, but that shit STOPS
I kick him in his throat, you hear his neck break
I throw a roundhose and knock his beard off his face
I tell him, "Dad, now look at all your broken glass,
why don'tcha pick it all-up n' stick it in yer ass."
I watch him do it, "Now hurry up ya take fo'eva'."
when he was done I'd squeeze his butt-cheeks togetha'
"Now get tha FUCK out my house, neva' come back!"
I throw a chinese star, stick him in his ass-crack (Ahhhh)
I turn to my mudda, "I'm sorry that he hit'cha!"
DAMN I wish I could be a ninja
[repeat chorus]
If I could be a ninja, my daddy'd be dead, but
I still gotta go ta work, n' pay tha rent
I flip frenchfries for $2.25
Mr. Donny works here he's fuckin' 45
but he'd think he "da' shit" cuz he's da' boss
I guess he don't know that his life is a loss
I walk in....about 5 minutes late...
cuz I was tryin' ta clean tha blood off my ninja blade
so, Mr. Donny wanna try n' get up in my face
screamin' at me, sweatin' ova' this place
mad cuz I'm late, he's no betta' than me
just another bitch workin' for next ta' free
I thought him out, takin' money, just steal
n' cuttin' up his body, n' fry him on tha grill
but he's too fuckin' wack, n' I could kill dis bitch
n' I don't even need ta be a ninja
[repeat chorus X7]
Yeah, Yeah I'm a ninja, Yeah
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Take a look around ya, tell me what ya see?
Ya see flames and smoke...then there's me
I'm burnin' houses and jumpin telephone poles
They call me fireface, I'm suckin' hot coals
Give me a quarter, I'll buy a quarter worth of gas
Sneak in your house, and slowly poor it in your ass
Blaze it up, you run around screechin' scorned
Your ass is burnin', your nuts pop like pop corn
And when I see ya, I stomp all the flames out
Stomp your face then your ass... stomp your titties
I'll stomp your balls, we stomp in my wicked town
Forks up and forks down, a wicked clown
I represent like a true gangbanger should
I paint the forks and your K's in your neighborhood
And when you see me, give a nod, say what up
Then walk away or I'll stomp your fuckin mouth shut
When I'm done, I drink a couple gallons of gas
And then I stick a lighter in my ass
Yeah, so if you down with the fucking clown
Check it oooouuuuuttttt!!!!
[chorus]
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! WOO WOO STOMP! WOO WOO
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
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Won't you be my prom queen? (another morning)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Another morning, I must get up and go to school
I'm taking too long gettin dressed, tryin to look my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high school prom is coming and I heave my daddy's warnings
I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom
I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest, and mother knows best
I got to school, I straggle through the hallways
I stop and gaze at all the girls just like always
But this time, I must now approach them (or)
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow)
And so I chose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so lovely, my heart pulse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Hello, Christine, would you be my prom queen?
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die... (repeat over)
(would you be my prom queen? no! aaah! prom queen)
There was a time when I could except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents will be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome
Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Will they miss her when she's dead or will they just pretend
Nobody talks to me, I only talk to I
And I been telling myself all day, she's gotta die
"Good morning, everybody. This is Principal Rogers, and I would just
like to congradulate our Senior class and wish them at tonight's
Prom dance."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
It was really fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shoulders
My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar
But she's dead, I guess I'll never have to tell her
I took the bottles of Tamiace, four dollars worth
I took the seventeen dollars that was in her purse
I bought balloons and streaming and stuff to munch
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo Punch
I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin tall
I would have took her to the school like a normal man
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I bet she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'd probably come and hug his son
I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat
The more I think about it tears are rolling down my cheek
I hope I showed Christine a night like no other
After all, that's how my daddy did my mother
"Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends, celebrate
all their great work. Prom night is your very own special night,
and everybody always remember their high school prom."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
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My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all
My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin mall
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Cuz she's much too busy pulling the worms
Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years
My kind of bitch, I'll never forget
We forced met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned, she would chew on snakes
And swallow a ninja sword
I said, "hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks call me Violent J"
She picked her nose and flicked it at me
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Fuck that!
My kind of bitch has a hole in her neck
And has to talk like this "I love you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistle every time we kiss
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
She can make the one jiggle
The other one don't do shit but just sit their dead
My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nail sticking half way out
It once caught a fire and we all had to spit
In her face just to put it out
My kind of bitch is a little loopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that loop and fold the flop
And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
"Hello? Um, my name is J. I'm from Detroit. I'm looking for a girl,
who's, um, dead. Um, a girl who can possibly forfill some of my
fetishes. Which include, um, dipping your titties in Faygo and
slapping my face with them. Um, jumping from the dresser and landing
on my balls. Uh..."
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her legs
Then give my homie's ends (haha what's up, man!)
She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I lick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friend
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep then...
"Hello? Uh, my name is Shaggs, and I'm lookin for a girl with a
big big fat fuckin ass. And titties. And a big fat fuckin ass.
And, uh, I want my dick sucked, and I want my balls scratched.
And I want her to scratch my ass and twist my balls at the same
time, that's a must. And I'm looking for a girl who can stretch
titties and stuff em in her ass."
Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I'm looking for a bitch
I'm looking for a girl to fit my needs (my kind of bitch)
We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch)
I'm looking for a girl to die with
If you're already dead, that's cool
You can sit around and wait for me to die (my kind of bitch)
I'm looking for a girl to squeeze me
I'm looking for a girl to squeeze my balls
Let me squeeze your neck
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"Comaley, get up. Let's go."
"What?"
"Well, it's your lucky day today, pal. You're free."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Let's go."
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"Yup, governor's pardoned you. Now come on, let's get the fuck
out of here."
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you serious!?"
"Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
fuckin day, you fall for it. Fuckin stupid ass."
Wicked clown!
When I get out, I'm going home to southwest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it like an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be able to walk
When I get out, I'm a run around town naked
Cuz my freedom feels good, I can't fake it
I let my nuts flop to the hip-hop
I wanna chop chop punk cop flip flop
When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block
And I'm a chew it on up to the last rock
When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos
And them wizaby shorts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine like a G
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
When I get out, I'm going to the festivals
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicles
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm coming back around, the wicked clown
When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!
I just sit alone and play solitaire
I don't care, at least I won't be here
When I get out, I'm coming back to Del Ray
So I can breathe the smog but that's okay
Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit
Then my cellmate Rico's funky armpits
When I get out, I'm heading straight to the store
For a big long cold thing of Faygo
And I'm a drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottle that it came in
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
"Yeah, let me call this broad up, tell her I'm getting out.
This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying."
"What's up, baby, man, it's me."
"Wait a minute."
"J?"
"Who the hell is this? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!"
When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head
Somebody been sleeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart would sell me out
Now I gotta walk up and blow her mouth out
Wicked clown
Wicked wicked clown
When I get out, I'm back to the good life
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son
Seen daddy like to use his butt some
When I get out, it's all about the underground
I'll crawl back into the pipes and never be found
So when you brush your teeth
You might see my eyeball looking at you through the sink
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
Guess who's coming to your big town
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