Shaggy 2 Dope Fuck The Fuck Off Lyrics

Fuck The Fuck Off! Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Prelude
  • 2 Fuck The Fuck Off
  • 3 Keep It Scrubbin'
  • 4 Forever & Always
  • 5 Memories
  • 6 Make It Happen
  • 7 Meltdown
  • 8 They Shootin'
  • 9 Half Full
  • 10 Alway Fuckin' With Us (feat. Twiztid)
  • 11 Pull Me Over
  • 12 Ball Bounce
  • 13 Red Moon
  • 14 Owl Face Hoe
  • 15 Cobwebs In The Attic
  • 16 It's About Time
  • 17 Your Life
  • Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death…
    Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.

    Guess who's back in this bitch again
    With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin
    I'm 2 Dope
    Switch my shit up, no
    For these hands to grope hoes, and bitches hoe
    Now everybody thinks their shits the wickedest
    Them hoes spittin wicked shit 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 fuckin' body bout to hang with this
    Fans get punched in the head with a bass
    Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face
    Fuck off, this shot, spin my nuts
    Ya'll be suckin more dick than sluts
    I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness
    Now fuck the fuck off, who finna bump this?

    Chorus: (x2)
    This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off)
    This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off)
    Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off)
    This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)

    I don't need a fuckin 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 ass and kicked in the face
    Fuck your dresscode, I swing my balls
    Fuck your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls
    Securities look like weak ass wrestlers
    Pettin' kids down like child molesters
    I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm Shaggs 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 retards
    And we off the charts, under the radar
    Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are


    Chorus: (x2)
    This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off)
    This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off)
    Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off)
    This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)

    CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)

    Diss my shit and get shot in the back
    You ain't gonna be the first bitch I smacked
    The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move
    Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove
    On who?
    Us?
    Me?
    Shit, please
    Lick these
    You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me
    And tell your mom to fuckin fuck off for me
    Fuck 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
    Fuck Off! That is what I tell the Earth
    I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth
    So who the fuck you think you're fuckin with?
    YOU CAN FUCK THE FUCKIN' FUCK OFF, BITCH!

    Chorus: (x4)
    This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off)
    This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off)
    Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off)
    This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)

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