Psypher 4

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J]
Round everybody up - Twiztid, Blaze, The R.O.C
I got a letter from the goverment
The other day I opened it and read, it said they was bitches
Cold 187, Legz Diamond, Anybody Killa, Doe Dubbla and ICP
A letter to the FBI

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Somebody call 911, they gangbangin' at the mall
A kid fourteen and his boys from Omaha
Oh lord, Oh my, God he's on a skateboard
FBI guy up in the tree, snorin'
Spying on the juggalo clique for eight months
Undercover, ain't got nothin', straight punks
Waisting everybody God damn time and money
'Cause you're some old outdated cops tubs and sonnies
Shit-headed and nerdy, like it ain't even funny
And the bitch in your ass is like bees to honey
Calling a juggalo a gangbanger? Outrageous
Pulling ninjas over, whipping out gages
And the judge slams down the hammer
It's to the big house now for you, gangbanger
If we let this be, we'll be face to face
With one man as he dictates the human race
Speak outta line, they coming at a zoomin' pace
Kick you when you down, boots, two to the face
We don't need that, so don't give in now
Fuck the FBI, it's how I'm livin', plow!

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Mr. FBI, Mr. Officer
Tell me why you want me in a coffin, sir
Is it because I wear my Hatchet tat
Or 'cause me and my fellas got matching tats?
Is it because we like to hang out and be scrubs?
Must be thugs out here peddling drugs?
Well let me tell ya, all that meddling does
Is make us wanna leave you embedded in slugs
Free speech, motherfucker, check this out
I want some pussy, or I'ma shot a cop in the mouth
Bang, guts hang like a wicked video game
It's all the same it's entertainment and it ain't for the lame
They can't get us so they come for those who walk with us
Punish you for representin', make you wanna forget us
That's what we get, 'cause we ain't corporate, self-made
And doin' well so they damn us to hell and degrade us
That’s what made us, they say the world hate us
For twenty years I've been getting paid to bust
Call me an old man, I call me Long Dick Paid
Young sweet baby Violent J never gets played

[Verse 3: The R.O.C.]
Tensions high in your America, God damn what's all of this?
So I walk around with mouth full of shit, spittin' shit
In the face Lady Liberty pushing swiftly through these days
In a black 300 looking like I'm straight up out the Batcave
Government they now investigate so I tint the windows
Lookin' too close will get you sketched, no incidental
Residential neighborhoods on high alert for the Insane Clowns
Anybody Killing you get Twiztid and bound
And set a-Blaze and murdered dummy, the Colds 187
Doe just Dubbles every second, who's the weapon? I am the R.O.C
A house full of skinny jeans, I'm kept in debris
I'm a disease and a cure for you sick and healthy M.C.'s
No resurrection from the clique, we gonna stay up underground
Salutin', never let them cocksuckers put us on mute truth
The booth is a star, I walk the heavens keep it locked
We gon' rob the solar system of the shit and can't be stopped

[Chorus: Legz Diamond]
You can hurt our name
You can’t salt our game
Fuck you and your claim
We don't bang (We're family!)

[Verse 4: Cold 187um]
I'll pull a Tec' on you quick, I'm quick to say "fuck a bitch"
I spit gangsta shit, I've been federally indicted, uh
I'm a killa from the west, don't test
Blaow, 187, the psychopathic
I come through, shut shit down, no bitch up now
I specialize in moving big dope and lettin' off rounds
So fuck the FBI, you know why?
They took 41 months of my life
Uh, that's why I ride or do or die, hustle world wide
Kick your door in, hit you for your guap and back to the west side
No witnesses, a bloody homicide
'Cause believe me, when I step ain't nobody gon' be left alive
The type of gangsta that plays for keeps, up deep in the streets
I got them bowls and birds for dirt cheep
So catch me in a old school classic
Reppin' the juggalos and everybody down with the Hatchet

[Verse 5: Anybody Killa]
F is for the fools, B for bringing bullshit
I, it's my reply so yes, I feel included
Times really ain't changed, fans, they stays deranged
Music is the Devil, and the artist is to blame
Juggalo I role, underground I stroll
Family is forever so this family will grow
I’m the FBI, Full Blooded Indian
Back ready to ride, native pride once again
It's official, I had to go buy a new pistol
Just in case I hear the pigs whistle
Pull me over for a fucking purpose, not because you worthless
Feeling like a criminal because I'm spittin' verses
Doctors, lawyers, dads and moms
Representin' Juggalo 'cause they know it's the bomb
You can't stop Psychopathic, the Hatchet we jump hurdles
Even if you brought Elvis from the dead is John Burroughs

[Verse 6: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Don't blame me, not buildin a Bradley, it’s sad to see
You runnin' your mouth and harassing the family
Trying to burn down my tree, cuttin' off branches like tinder
If you had it your way, we'd be a cinder
You're far from heroic, you can peep the stoic look on my face
As it changed from disdain to hate
While you're spittin' your pulpit, I want to see your pores spit
All over the place 'til we're covered in all it
Toxic, no cure or antibiotics
You think we are so sick, we know you're neurotic
Appeal the psychotics that drink and smoke chronic
Bitch you talking all that jazz, that's so sided

[Chorus: Legz Diamond]
You can hurt our name
You can’t salt our game
Fuck you and your claim
We don't bang (We're family!)

[Verse 7: Doe Dubbla]
Watch me blast off, laughin my ass off
Callin' us a gang? Y'all high off bath salts
We hot as asphalt, they watchin/ us on every level
What if they told that you can't listen to heavy metal?
What if they told that you had listen to the Devil?
Fuck what they tell you, we some rebels so they persecute
We don't confirm the policies, so they hurt the youth
'Cause we free thinkin', smokin' tree, drinkin'
They wanna catch us sleepin', we ain't even blinkin'
Fuck the feds, all my life they some suckas
I really think they mad, 'cause their wives wanna fuck us
The government don't wanna see me on some psycho shit
It's worse than the freeway sniper mixed with Michael Vic
Now they all fucked, wanna catch us in the twist
J Edgar Hoover you can suck the motherfuckin' dick
And we ain't stopping 'til you take us off the fucking list

[Verse 8: Jamie Madrox]
Now I've been hustlin' and gridin' since I was new to the game
Before the songs and the videos and the screamin' the name
Before the diamond crusted Hatchetman is swung from the chain
And I was green to the business and all the tricks of the trade
Learn to live it like I spit it, it's a family affair
A million painted faces in the crowd with hands in the air
A hand of love is from above and the Devil rightly beneath
But the evil stares and shit talking can never compete
They wanna take us out the game and even call it a gang
Checking for tattoos and car stickers, studyin' slang
Man it's amazing how ridiculous this shit has became
Hoping that pride will go away but ours is strong and insane
It’s only greater if anything the load get heavy
But the goal stay the same, put the worries in the Levy
People tell us everyday that we the reason they survive
A true incentive of keepin' hope alive, we don’t die!

[Verse 9: Monoxide]
I been on that, fuck the law, middle finger to 'em all
Habitual line stepper, a criminal rhyme shredder
Put a gun to your jaw, and make the world better
But instead I just shoot for the cheddar
Now I can make you Pearl Jammin' in my waist to Eddie Vedder
Looking for more than a bad rapper, I’m forever
Like Birdman baby, I'm so cash money
And the feds wanna ruin all that, now that's funny
I'll put a five hole in the 5-0
And I'm liable to emulate the face of a killa for my survival
Flat line your vitals
And I'm dangerous, and labeled a psycho
That ain't even the reason they wanna keep us from the mic though
My freedom of speech is what I would die for
FBI's my lifelong rival
Crosshairs and in scope of my rifle

[Chorus: Legz Diamond]
You can hurt our name
You can’t salt our game
Fuck you and your claim
We don't bang (We're family!)
You can hurt our name
You can’t salt our game
Fuck you and your claim
We don't bang (We're family!)