Knock 2 Dis Mix Lyrics

A little mix of the old shit

Somethin' for you to knock down the block to

Juggalo Love.....

(Violent J)

Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house of horrors

You born in a barn? Shut the f**kin door

You see, damn, cause I'm about to scare you

...Okay now I dare you

Close your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to ten

Don't wanna, huh, cause you know my nuts are going in

I'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off,

and stick it in your butt

...and glue it shut

This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something

...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha

But it scares you cause people don't be doing that shit

But me...bitch...I'm all about it...

Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit

I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit,

Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing

Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where you going?

Welcome to the house of horrors

(Shaggy 2 Dope)

La di da we gotta protest that

Some rock and roll ninja bit the head off a rat

Let's march in his concert and chant him to hell

Cause he's so f**kin TERRIBLE!

Meanwhile his record sells double and triple

Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nipple

Religious? Shit, you helped them bands

Instead of helpin them poor people

eatin outta them garbage cans

When your done with that bitch come protest me

Shiiiiit motherf**ka I could use the money

The whole world was cryin when Kurt went kabang

When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang

Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention

Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend

Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made

Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid

If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me

If I was shooting star I be like shooooom

If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah

If I was a hotties thong I'd be like ahh

If I was a cuss word I'd just be like, f**k

If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup

If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit

If I was the DOC I'd be like "man this is bull shit"

If I was your tires on your car I'd be like...

If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh f**k

If I was a balloon I'd be like....

If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be f**king Joe Bruce

If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103

If I was a richie ass bitch I'd be like, um ok

If I was Spin magazine I'd put a mirror on the cover

and be like f**k us and all our readers, even this motherf**ker

If I was your mental stress I'd be catching up

If I was your headaches every now and then

I'd be like thuuummmp

If I was your tounge I'd be hatin' your teeth I'd be like

Ah why do you always bite me every time we eat?

If I was a chair I'd be like sit here

and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair

If I was your muffler I'd be like shhh quietly

Iif I was a price tag I'd be like you ain't buyin me

If I was a fresh DJ I'd be like...

If I was Jam Master J I'd be like...

If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like...

If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll

I I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like...

If I was your dead uncle I'd be like...

If I was a rain drop I'd just be like....

and I was an axe in your neck I might say chop

Hey Mike, Mike, MIKE!

Turn it up, right about now

Welcome everyone to the big show

Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival

Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads

Show respect you's amongst the dead

Don't like bigots and richy boy f**ks

Ain't shit changed bitch check nuts

Detroit, Southwest murderers die

The greatest spectacle under the sky

(Violent J)

Five cards came and made they mark
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From moon you gone down Patton Park

F**k your drum kits, xylophone, cello

I'm a wicked clown bitch hello

Everbody come jump in our ride

Bring you and your fat ass bitch inside

Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze

Can't nobody get with these, motha f**ka

BRING IT ON!

(Chorus)

Bring it, bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it

Bring it, bring it

(Violent J)

Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style

Fashion of the 2000s and beyond

Voodoo, chicken and magical wands

"Let's meet contestant number one.He's a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown, who says, "woman love his sexy smile"

Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon. Sharon, what's your question?"

"Contestant number one,I believe first impressions last forever. So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house and have dinner with me and my family. Tell me what you would do to make that first impression really stick"

(Violent J)

Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think about it

I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it

I'd probably just show up naked like I always do

And lick your momma in the eye and tell her, "F**K YOU!!!"

Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti

I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready!"

Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed

I'd have to walk up and bust him in his f**king lips!

It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother

I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother

I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this

You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits

After that, your dad will try to jump again

And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin

After you mom does the dishes and the silverware

I'd try f**k her till I nut in my underwear

(Shaggy 2 Dope)

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick

And this little piggy is a motherf**king dick

He sits on his bench and get's all the respect

But if I get a chance, I'm going straight for the neck

He walked in the room, and everybody rose

Lopped off bucket chilling underneath my clothes

First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit

But what this piggy don't know

Is he's about to get his neck wet

Now I seen the bailiff, I'm thinking what the f**k?

I can smoke this room before his hearing aid

Will pick it up

Old-ass man, I let him get away

That tired motherf**ker will probably die tomorrow anyway

Here come the piggy, it's time for my case

His eyes are blood red with a wicked looking face

He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die

So I racked on the bucket, made it f**king rain pork rinds

(Chorus)

Three little piggies to make that piggy pie

There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die

I might choose a gun (no!)

I might choose an ax (yes!)

The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk

Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk

My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh

Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half

My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back

Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack

My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him

Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain

(Chorus 2x)

Everybody everybody everybody run

Murdering murdering murdering fun

Swing swing swing

Chop chop chop

Swing swing swing

Chop chop chop

My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs

Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns

My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry

Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye