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 'cause 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    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you    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    'cause 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    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you    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    'cause 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 meat    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    'cause I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead       Seventeen dead, it don't bother you    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you    You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead    The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection       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 nutsac       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    And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady    I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty    But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty