Album : The Ringmaster
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Who asked you?

Drank my last cup of dead body stew
Paint my face, creep up and say boo
Nobody knows what I'm about
Walk around town with my guts hanging out

Chewing on toes, fucking dead hoes
Bark at the moon every time the wind blows
Why do I do the things that I do?
Who are you? Fuck you and fuck Jerry Lou too

Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
Moving his butt cheeks up and down

Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks

Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
Why do we do the things that we do?
Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Never had life, always been dead
Gotta metal plate in the back of my head
Lemon drops, lick lollipops
I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops

Clown cutters, much clown love
Found a body in the bathtub, mmm, grub
Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price
Fuck cop, pork chop, jiffy pop cops

Grew another head and I had it lopped off
But we still cool, what's up?
(What's up, dawg?)
Tock ticky tock, I pack a pig clock
My dingaling swings when I run down the block

No, I don't sing in a rock band
"Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man?"
Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton
Fuck two snooting John Hootin, nanny pooping
Why do we do the things that we do?
Now who the fuck asked you, bitch?

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
Who asked you?      Drank my last cup of dead body stew   Paint my face, creep up and say boo   Nobody knows what I'm about   Walk around town with my guts hanging out      Chewing on toes, fucking dead hoes   Bark at the moon every time the wind blows   Why do I do the things that I do?   Who are you? Fuck you and fuck Jerry Lou too      Fucked your mother at the Motel 8   Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake   Daddy walks in and see the sick clown   Moving his butt cheeks up and down      Nate the Mack and Jump Steady   Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee   I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks   And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks      Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones   Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones   Why do we do the things that we do?   Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Never had life, always been dead   Gotta metal plate in the back of my head   Lemon drops, lick lollipops   I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops      Clown cutters, much clown love   Found a body in the bathtub, mmm, grub   Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price   Fuck cop, pork chop, jiffy pop cops      Grew another head and I had it lopped off   But we still cool, what's up?   (What's up, dawg?)   Tock ticky tock, I pack a pig clock   My dingaling swings when I run down the block      No, I don't sing in a rock band   "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man?"   Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton   Fuck two snooting John Hootin, nanny pooping   Why do we do the things that we do?   Now who the fuck asked you, bitch?      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too      Why do we do the things that we do?   Roses ain't red and violets ain't blue   Why do we do the things that we do?   Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
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