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Ain't Yo Bidness Lyrics
(Intro)
Rude Boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to Chicago Juggalos
We underground like Blaze
My dead homie, and yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
We don't die!
We Dead
Violent J:
Maybe I like bloody, murder music, you know shit like "Stab Your Fuckin' Eye"
Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know, I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads "I had to let some anger out" (Sorry)
Maybe I only hang with weirdoes, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep 'em by my side (What up?)
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by, so I'll keep what I can find (My boys)
Maybe I got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and I always paint my face
Can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste
Chorus:
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too!
Violent J:
Maybe I don't even like you, but I gotta front cause you're a record label guy (mother fucker!)
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Myabe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody else
Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts "Oh" (It's ok)
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lying, I'm just tryna find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll hang myself right about your bed "You should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin' when you walk I, I might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed, but my manager he got me free (Double A ya'll)
18 Pills a day, I get so dizzy and high, sometimes I can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J and a gang of Juggalos:
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too!
Rude Boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to Chicago Juggalos
We underground like Blaze
My dead homie, and yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
We don't die!
We Dead
Maybe I like bloody, murder music, you know shit like "Stab Your Fuckin' Eye"
Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know, I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads "I had to let some anger out" (Sorry)
Maybe I only hang with weirdoes, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep 'em by my side (What up?)
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by, so I'll keep what I can find (My boys)
Maybe I got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and I always paint my face
Can I still date your daughter? I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too!
Maybe I don't even like you, but I gotta front cause you're a record label guy (mother fucker!)
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Myabe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody else
Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts "Oh" (It's ok)
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lying, I'm just tryna find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll hang myself right about your bed "You should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin' when you walk I, I might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed, but my manager he got me free (Double A ya'll)
18 Pills a day, I get so dizzy and high, sometimes I can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too!
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This song is just to tell everyone that they have no reason to try to get inside ICP's affairs and unless thay wanna or they have ta they will stay away from you
I agree..
I'm a huge ICP fan along with Blaze, ABK, Twiztid, Dark Lotus, Jumpstead, Esham, and the rest of pshycopathic records.
this is a juggalo way of life. what is a juggalo, a juggalo is someone that is down for anything, anytime, anywhere. like me. ICP, Blaze, ESham, Jumpstead,Twizted and Dark Lotus are fucken bad, but to be honnest, they gatta step down for my juggalo homie, Blade, this fucker can spite at like a million words a second and hes more morbid then all of Psykopathic Records combind. Theres a small gang of us juggalos here in the bronx. were known has the Morbid Children.
I think this is about growing up poor, and how society seems to shun the poor and underprivleged. Cause being poor and not having money for food BLOWS. I'm hungry right now and I wish there was something to eat....