Derelicts, Marauders, Savages

[Verse 1]
Uh
Whats up, how ya doing?
Where ya coming from
Where ya going?
Rozzy on the scene shining like a 40 beam
Bout to act a damn samoan
Keep the tempo going
Keep the money going
Keep the cash flowing
Naked ass showing
I don't need a bitch I just need the bands
Your a small fish and its a vast ocean
Fucking with the house I put your head up in a vice and spin it till it crack open
I got killers with me toting mac, toting luger sending shots to bad omens
Finna really come up big on em'
I don't give a fuck I bust a sag shorty
Put the mac down like War Machine on a bitch in the damn lobby
I remember thinking I would never be shit and now I'm shitting on em' as a hobby
Gangsta walkin from my kitchen to my living room I got too many bands on me
What the friggin' dang heck
Dylan don't play when it come to paychecks
Its the juggalo
Been a juggalo
Bitch im steady booming like a bass test
You fucking with the god of death
You fucking with the butcher man no truer sadist
Nobody move
Nobody get hurt
Dylan bring the pain bitch
Get burnt like your main bitch
Zoonga gozoonga zang bitch
Got the world up on my back and I don't know how much longer I can take it

Derelicts
Marauders
Savages
Make the world go round [x2]