17 Dead歌词
Why must my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth,
I've got work to do
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but
I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do
I slang, do
I let my mother******' nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no where
And what about the time
I got ******
When I got shot in the throat, ******' sucked
But you news wouldn't on that
You could give a ************* less never thought less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little ******' nerd
I don't give a ************* where you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause
I don't give a *************
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
You could give a ************* less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room'
Cause somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead ****** all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on
JeffersonAnd
I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things?
No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink
Faygo, out from the
Scottie*************ut then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies
But I'm straight with that
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an' *************t
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every ******g day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those mother******s gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
You could give a ************* less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean they're all over in the
Streets an' *************, ya know
But they don't be ******' with you
They just lay there dead as *************t
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot ******, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go batty
Mother****** don't be nothing like your daddy'
Cause he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't work like that
Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your ******' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna love it, mother******
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can't make end's meet
You don't know now but that's the plan
Most people in
Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed'
Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
I'ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
I'ma chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
I'll chop you,
I'll slice you, seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Yeah yeah yeah
Well, ya know
Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose,
I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't
JackAnd stomp my boots on your nut sack
Well, I'm
*************gy and
I'm in the house
You don't think so,
I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight hick town
Well, ya know
I'm coming straight from the trailor park
That's me out front working on the
SkylarkI'm waiting on a check,
I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass
I'll be running with the carnival until
I'm eighty'
Cause they know
I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the ************* down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying *************t about a wooden titty