Carcass In The Car Wash

[Intro: Darby O'Trill]
Juggaholics bitch. Damn, Jugg, where'd you find that wicke shit? Another certified Jugg classic!

[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
You are just a knockoff, I will knock your block off
Better call your big homie and tell him that the block’s hot
Machete to your head will leave you looking just like Chop Top
I'll shove a bottle up your ass and then I'll break the top off
Stop it with the god talk, you are just a fraud, dawg
I’m speaking to my demons soothing Mary while I drop top
I am not the one who's watching snuff flicks
I'm the one who's making 'em, you're fucking dumb, bitch
I got voices speaking to me from the corner of my mind
They tell me takе your life so now your house, your wife is minе
She was in the kitchen and I crept up from behind
Then I body slammed her ass until I broke her fuckin' spine

[Interlude: Violent J]
They don't want to talk about the wicked shit. We’re underground. Everybody’s underground. Everybody claims to be underground. Fuck that. This is underground. Everything they're saying is so scary and rebellious was said seven years ago. Freestyle battle these nuts, motherfucker. I sell my shit

[Verse 2: Darby O'Trill]
I am just a poltergeist trapped within a rotting body
You’ve been grinding your whole life and still do this, it's just a hobby
You came in with your clique, but now you're all alone
You're about to lose the ball that sits above your collarbone
What the fuck you on, bitch? This that big swamp shit
Pussies run they mouth until they get they fuckin’ jaw split
I'm drinking witches' brew out of the mystic black chalice
I wave my hand and broom and turn you into rat salad
A rusty pair of scissors will be used to leave you eyeless
Killers are quiet so your life ended in silence
Self-indulgent and mindless until the day that you perish
I'ma box up your body and mail it back to your parents

[Outro: Violent J]
Check this out, fuck off