I Punch Bitches In Their Fake Titties (He Does)
I Got Warrants In Like 8 Cities (He Does)
I Like To Murder Those Provokin' (He Does)
I Swing Quick, And Leave A Motherfucker's Throat Hangin' Open
I Drink Thy Blood Of A Street Rat (He Does)
Yo, Monox Boogie, Where Thy Weed At? I Got 18 Plus Speed Uh Huh
With A Plus 2 Dagger From Thy Tomb Of Horrors, D & D
We Cave Heads In With A Brick (We Do)
We Fuck Hotties With Thy Same Dick (We Do)
We Eat Power Lines And Generators (We Do)
One Time We Shut Detroit City Off For Like 11 Hours
We Thy Wickedest, Believe That (We Do)
Stevie Wonder-Bra Can See That (Shit, He Do)
We'll Rip Your Head Off, Swing It By Thy Hair Until We Get Blood Everywhere
Mudda Fucker, Getcha Wicked On!

We Know You Hate Who We Are; But Even In Shangri-La A Wicked Clown Gotta Get Thy WICKED ON!
We Know You Hate Who We Are; But Even In Shangri-La A Wicked Clown Gotta Get Thy WICKED ON!

I'll Drive A Tank Through Your High School (He Does)
I Let Thy Carnival High Rule (He Does)
I Get Sick Like A Crime Story (He Does)
Motherfucker, This Thy Southwest Side Ghetto Territory
I Can Make A Fist With Your Neck In It (He Can)
I Need My Medication Every 20 Minutes (He Does)
I Store Dead Bodies All Up Under My House, And Every Night I Hear 'em Runnin' They Mouth, Gettin' Wicked On Me
Day - Days On My Black Hearse (We Do)
Clown Love Juggalos First (They Do)
Red And Black Skullcaps Everywhere, With Thy Fresh Face Paint Contacts And Thy Twiztid Hair
We Find Peace At Thy Graveyard (We Do)
Me And Thy Wraith Sit And Play Cards (They Do)
So Move Out Of Our Way, And Get Out Of My Path, Or We'll Saw Your Head In Half
Motherfucker, Getcha Wicked On!