[Verse 1 Violent J Shaggy 2 Dope] We hit the ace, ace, ace, and love giving chase Wicked clowns got more than some pie for your face With a drip, drip, drip, its blood on the strip Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip Hear the saw, saw, saw, right below your jaw And see your own head roll off the table and fall See the puck, puck, puck, flaming arrows in your truck And one in your lung stuck, you fucked out of luck [Hook] Play my song give me something I can lean on Well what you tryna hear something about murder, I got that Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody... [Verse 2 Violent J Shaggy 2 Dope] Here come the hack, hack, hack, knives in your back Blood down your spine all in your ass crack With a swing, swing, swing, your throats whistling The three incisions I made are as fine as g strings Its the pap, pap, pap, from behind with a bat And splatter every crack till your whole head flat Beat the jab, jab, jab, Ill punch you in your flab Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slab [Hook] [Verse 3 Violent J Shaggy 2 Dope] Every one of us got to have murder or death To remind ourselves that we still have our breath Whether its tasteful or disgraceful Shit, as long as everybody get a face full Some of us root for the coppers, others root for the killing But everybody needs their murderous thrillings Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree Murders what we talking about and always will be [Hook]
puck, pap, shaggy, jab, hack