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    Why must my visions be so clear
    The truth, the truth, I've got work to do


    I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
    But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
    Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
    Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
    Am I in a southwest street gang?
    Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?
    But do you care
    I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where
    And what about the time I got fucked
    When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
    But you news wouldn't know me
    You could give a fuck less never the less unless
    Something happened in your suburbs
    I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
    I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
    So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck
    It's all about what's going on in your head
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead


    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
    You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
    The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection


    I woke up next to a dead body
    Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
    Strap on my kicks and step out my room
    Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
    Dead fucks all over the grass
    I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
    Quick to make a left on Jefferson
    And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
    Am I just seeing things? No.
    Is your mother a soggy ho?
    I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
    But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
    dead bodies
    But I'm straight with that
    Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit
    Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
    I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
    I gotta wonder if they do
    Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
    I can't do much, but they can
    But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
    I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
    Justi-justify the seventeen dead


    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
    You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
    The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection


    Yeah, dead bodies man
    They ain't so bad
    I mean they're all over in the
    Streets n shit ya know
    But they don't be fuckin' with you
    They just lay there dead as shit
    I mean they tasted kinda straight
    With a little mustard, man
    Yeah, much worse


    Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
    All seventeen on fire
    Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
    Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
    Look at you makes me go baddy
    Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
    Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
    Him and his kind created this ghetto
    They can deal with they own creation
    Move out farther, suburb vacation
    But it don't work like that
    Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
    I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
    About seventeen times and you're gonna love it
    motherfucker
    Drive down my street
    And stare at the folks who can't make end's meet
    You don't know now but that's the plan
    Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
    Take that to your golden bed
    Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead


    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
    Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
    Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)


    Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked
    If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
    And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
    And stomp my boots on your nutsack


    Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
    You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
    Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
    I got boys down river straight hick town


    Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park
    That's me out front working on the Skylark
    I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
    And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass


    I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
    Cuz they know I'm going out with the fat lady
    I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty

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