Artist: Hawd Gankstuh Rappuh Emsees Wid Ghats Album: Da Ill Saint Presents: Subterranean Hitz, Vol. 1 Song: Am Goin t' Jail Typed by: marc@newhackcity.net [Flybot Van Damn] Well I'm mad n sick Fucked up and I'm cussin Sniffin Krazy Glue Drinkin Robitussin C'mere ya goddamn piece of fuck I wanna back over your face with a dumptruck And watch the blood come out of your eyes and nose Then I'm gonna drop a big rock in your bowl Well I'm huge, you better realize that Got three fuckin rows of teeth like a shark Chop down your tree and bite off all the bark So don't you make no smart ass punk remark Cuz I'm liable to go off on ya, bitch You're lookin at a psycho Certifiable I'll make ya real uncomfortable And I'm laughin, heh heh, cuz it's funny And when you see me comin you get up and get runnin Coverin your ass cuz you know that I will kick it That's the ticket I'munna strike and a-picket See my boot? I think it's time ya lick it Ya ain't safe in the woods when I drop out the thicket I'm stalkin Whenever I'm out walkin Guess what? I'm gunna jump you first Cuz I saw you a mile away with binoculars Just got done stealin your mom's purse And we ain't even done with the first verse Fuck yeah, Dipshit Am Goin t' Jail [Guy Albino] I go all out on a fool with a blunt tool Swimmin in blood pools it's makin me drool To just think about it Killin n killin again Rip off your neck reach down and grab a vital organ Of my choice- heart, spleen, lung or liver I put it in my pocket and snack on it later Keep your eyes peeled and keep your ears open Cuz I see the world through an infrared scope- n wait I see your jawbone startin to masticate A hundred eight bones in your body to break I curb-stomp your feet then smash them with hammers Literally, not metaphorically or grammatically I take away at humanity Death is for certain, my life is insanity My Mac-10 has a empty clip again I reload and show you how to kill men I swing the battle axe quicker than ya thinkin Leave decapitated heads dead and stinkin Cops or civilians, it doesn't make a difference When the Mac's spittin, they're all gonna fit Into a category when I decide to stick them Smoldering bodies of my pulverized victims [Dook Crapmore] Now it time to get mellow Cuz I'm tough like old Jello- yes Dook Crapmore And I can see- you're back for more Crush your head- and then choke ya Don't look dead- I'll poke ya Roll ya up- and then I'll smoke ya From the start They could tell I'm straight from Hell Born- with gun in fist Found out quick- I'm easily pissed Doctor slapped my ass and they found him dead Raised on dirt and beer-soaked bread Six foot tall at the age of five No one in my town was still alive I killed em Meanest motherfucker that you ever will meet As I grab your face and begin to beat Your ass And steal your grass If you're lookin for your drugs? I took em Grabbed your beer cans And shook em Up Then I chewed the face off your pit bull's pups Whassup? You think this mellow man is all a bluff? How can a slow fucker be so tough? Well drop to the floor Cuz I killed your Mother in the Summer, Sister Downtown Wife in the street Kids at the playground When I get to you I'll throw you down and fuck ya With a rugged dry hump Try to get up but thump thump thump I'm the Dook Motherfuckin maniac Memories of me, drippin from your butt crack Slow it back down N that was nothin Time for me to go With Flybot and Guy Albino Cuz some punk we killed, I'm tryin to rebuild Chopped off his head with a Boy Scout hatchet Duct tape- I'm tryin to reattach it Got myself a hammer And got myself a nail Fuck this- Am Goin t' Jail [Flybot Van Damn] You? What the fuck ya lookin at? Bluh?!?! Can't ya see I gotta motherfuckin problem? I'm on drugs- and I'm slobberin I like to disembowel and mutilate Me so hard I got a AK-48 I'm also skilled in martial arts, see Jump kick put a foot up your artery Har de Har Har I just can't seem to stop laughin I like to break shit and [***haver havini***] It's bafflin How the Hell'd I get up on this scaffoldin? Doesn't matter Cuz Flybot's goin to jail Goddammit better send me some fan mail The food I get better not be stale Like this here microphone I think it's time I pass it, yo To my motherfucker, Guy Albino [Guy Albino] Yo fuck dat, and yo fuck dis I think it's time ya wake up and smell the piss And just so you know who ya fuckin with? It's Guy Albino, and you ain't shit And you ain't shit, and you ain't shit And you ain't shit, and you ain't shit And if there's any motherfuckers out there that i missed? You ain't shit, and your dog ain't shit I got ten pit bulls on one damn leash Ready to chew your ass cheeks like raw meat And when I'm through? You'll wish you was dead And if you don't? Well then I'll still go ahead And kill you Leave you lyin there until you Commence to rot and start smellin like mildew Just like a Indian doin a rain dance I jump up and down on your head and do a brain dance, punk Ya jerk-ass dork I'm runnin through Hell with your mom on my pitchfork I rain on your parade I shit on your picnic I'll break my foot in your ass like a toothpick And then I'll sit back and have a big shrimp cocktail Cuz Am Goin T'Jail [Flybot Van Damn, Guy Albino] Am Goin T'Jail Goin T' Jail Am Goin T'Jail Shit, Am Goin T' Jail Goin T' Jail Goin T' Jail