[shaggy 2 dope:]
let me see your thoat thing there buddy, i'ma chop it, see thy idea is to make you die - (stop it) i don't know why but your heart beat offends me, i need to cut you off at thy wind pipe desperatly, (like, how about cuttin' your own neck?) - i did, seventeen times, why you think i talk like this? before i cut myself
this was my voice
now gimmie your neck pipe, you don't have no fuckin' choice (i'm not ready to die) - neither was easy e, what makes you so fuckin' special you can escape thy wrath (you mean wraith) - i said wrath, now shut thy fuck up, and give me your wind pipe so i can cut that mother fucker (pick somebody else) - i'm pickin' anybody i can find, and you happen to by thy nect mother fucker in line (ok lets do it) - keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother fuckers i'm outta here
[chorus:]
let me make thy pain be gone
i wanna
stab, stab, stab,
it's like
murdering be giving me a calm
i need ta
yeah, yeah, yeah,
let me make thy pain be gone
i wanna
stab, stab, stab,
it's like
murdering be giving me a calm
i need ta
(ah ha... what kind of circus is this?)
[violent j:]
how you gonna give me a striaght jacket when i'm crooked? took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it and waited for thy nurse guy to bring me m tray, jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys and a crate of methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out thy windo, then i turned around and went right back inside, once i realized i could of grabbed a brang of formaldehyde. suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me; i played thy whole movie shits off like "you got me". laid there playin' dead and when he checked my pockets i jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket. by now there was guards everywehre. i'ms teady cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away....
but was it thy real violent j?
[chorus:]
let me make thy pain be gone
i wanna
stab, stab, stab,
it's like
murdering be giving me a calm
i need ta
yeah, yeah, yeah,
let me make thy pain be gone
i wanna
stab, stab, stab,
it's like
murdering be giving me a calm
i need ta yeah, yeah, yeah
"it kills the pain... it's thy only thing that kills the pain, i'm sorry"
[juggalo scrub chant:]
i'm so sorry that i'm so stale... i'm so sorry i'm stale.
but still i gotta murder your face... man i'm sorry i'm stale [repeats]