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Talkin' sh*t! I got sh*t to talk, b*t*h! DJ Clay! The DJ Clay way! ('Lo love) I know what the f**k time it is, I hear the sh*t-talking out there Lemme talk sh*t, motherf**ker! Yeah! When I walk into a room, people all nudge each other 'Cause everybody recognize I'm the motherf**ker I'm way too goddamn big to try to be undercover Face painted or not, I'm all the same, they soon discover Standing with my motherf**king brother, Shaggy the clown We make your chest pound and forehead sweat when we around We didn't invent the wicked sh*t or make up this horrorcore There were true masterminded innovators before us You can call it whatever, we call it Dark Carnival It sneaks up on you, stab you in the back with its arm on your throat Much love to Cube, Awesome Dre, the Geto Boys, and Esham For making us wanna be rappers, self-employed and the bomb And today, Psychopathic Records has dug deep into position With an army of f**kin' goons, well worth their admission Superheroes of the underworld, and we the commission People like us number one, we keep it in great condition And fight all underground phantoms, come party with us Get on the mic and bust, get wicked in the dust And me? I be the hot, quarter-pointed Duke of the Wicked Ten million plus sold, and everyone of 'em explicit The Hatchetman will never stop runnin' So big in the game, the floor shake when we come in Big like Suge Knight in face paint, you feel threatened My hands as good as any weapon, if you're steppin' I once gorilla pressed a kid and threw his back on the fence Big Violent J in action, immense Psychopathic maintains the hottest sh*t in the game DJ Clay to that headpiece, you've never been the same Southwest super DJ Clay, this ain't no way Until they want another show and won't go away You can bite my style, it pays me a compliment But your sh*t will never be as fresh as how mine went If I bite somebody, I spit it better than they did it Hatchetman on the back of the leather, embedded on a fitted Juggalos are more than a gang, clown love, we're family There's nothing more sincere, f**k Martin Bashir (Heh heh heh) And if you think we'll grow old, mold, or corrode You get ho'd, we drop and explode with more soul Twenty years in the game, yet we still brand new Nothin' we can't do, make the plan and bam-boom All you part-time rhymers to you career MCs We flip your boat when we pa** on through the seven seas We an aircraft carrier, next to your raft Your whole career burnt away in a month, we f**kin' laugh We big-timers, from Seattle to the Carolinas Relaxin' in recliners, tappin' maxim v*****s I got family in places you never dreamed of goin' And when we get there, nothin' but clown love they showin' Get some Hatchet in your life, chop, and join us on top We don't stop bubblin' like a Faygo pop And all you other empires, numbers two, three and four Back to the lab, practice harder, do me some more You can get rich, b*t*h, just by acting like us Another hit just written in the back of the bus Sh*t-talkin' for DJ Clay, book of the wicked And my brother Shaggy 2 Dope, young, painted, and gifted We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too You need love, we got a lot of that too I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoos ('Lo love) We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too You need love, we got a lot of that too I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoos ('Lo love) (I'm sick of the motherf**kers, don't try to play me) We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too (Don' try to change me) You need love, we got a lot of that too I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoos ('Lo love) (I got nothing but love for the family) We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too (We in New York City) You need love, we got a lot of that too (We in Germany) I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoos ('Lo love) (We in Iraq, believe that) We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to (We in Australia) You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too (We in Canada) You need love, we got a lot of that too (We in Japan, motherf**ker) I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoos ('Lo love) ([For the rare?]) We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to (Special, [?]) You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too (Legendary) You need love, we got a lot of that too (Fresh) I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoos ('Lo love) We got somethin' to belong to, and feel strong to You're always gettin' wronged, we gettin' wronged too You need love, we got a lot of that too I'ma throw it at you, put it on my tattoo
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