"Ain't Yo Bidness" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE

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 'cause 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!

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 y'all)
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!

Hidden Song Soopa Villians

Intro part, Syn:
Esham the Boogie Man, running with a fuckin' hatchet.
Violent J the Juggla, and Shaggy 2 Dope the SouthWest Strangler, allegedly. Collectively known as...

The Ring Leader:
The Soopa Villians! Esham:
Super flex, jet super sex, the Boogie Man busting the bazooka necks, get wet the Soopa Villians clock super checks the Juggalo in me will break the bank and your super necks

Violent J:
It's the Juggla juggalin', Juggalo thuggalin' Thuggalo, scrub ninja, mutha facko
My axe I keep with, me sneak with, I creep with, sever skulls and sleep with

Esham:
The Southwest Strangler Super Plex, some bitch through the limo window, super stretch
Now I wonder should I shoot ya next, with the super soaker, get ya soaking wet

Violent J:
Juggaloly, I'ma Soopa Villian, I'm swinging my swords and I'm all up on the ceiling
I'ma ninja, throw drop kicks, chop necks like Sabu, stab you, grab have at you

Esham:
Soopa Villians, making a super hero killing, fuck ya feelings
Ready and willing any day I could blow, insane monkey like Mojo JoJo

Violent J:
Citizens don't talk to the FBI, 'cause that killa with the shank to ya neck be I
I'm quick to bag the diamonds, nab it, I love Batman, but Robin's a faggot, (faggot)