Shaggy 2 Dope Fuck the Fuck Off Lyrics

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death...
Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.

Guess who's back in this b____ again
With a fresh set of b____ bouncin' off your chin
I'm 2 Dope
Switch my s___ up, no
For these hands to grope hoes, and b____es hoe
Now everybody thinks their s___s the wickedest
Them hoes spittin wicked s___ is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh
Ain't no f___in' body bout to hang with this
Fans get punched in the head with a bass
Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face
f___ off, this shot, spin my nuts
Ya'll be suckin more d___ than s___s
I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness
Now f___ the f___ off, who finna b__p this?

Chorus: (x2)
This s___ ain't for p____ heads (So f___ off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f___ the f___ Off)
b_____ creatures carve your head out (So f___ off)
This the s___ that brings the dead out (f___ the f___ Off)

I don't need a f___in band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks
The stage, the mic, and a Juggalo army
Hoes climb up and try to grind on me
Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage
Gets punched in the a__ and kicked in the face
f___ your dresscode, I swing my b____
f___ your restrooms, I'm p___in on walls
Securities look like weak a__ wrestlers
Pettin' kids down like child molesters
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm s___gs the Clown
We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around
You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks
In the little yellow bus, packed full of r_____s
And we off the charts, under the radar
Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are

CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)

Diss my s___ and get shot in the back
You ain't gonna be the first b____ I smacked
The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move
Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
On who?
Us?
Me?
s___, please
Lick these
You're a s___gamaniac, you can't ignore me
And tell your mom to f___in f___ off for me
f___ these hoes, they tryina take riches
I'm the Southwest Strangla, windpipe tangala
I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof
Skeet on your face is the only proof
f___ Off! That is what I tell the Earth
I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth
So who the f___ you think you're f___in with?
YOU CAN f___ THE f___IN' f___ OFF, b____!

Chorus: (x4)
This s___ ain't for p____ heads (So f___ off)
This ain't for you rookie kids (f___ the f___ Off)
b_____ creatures carve your head out (So f___ off)
This the s___ that brings the dead out (f___ the f___ Off)

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