Thy Staleness - (Fritz the Cat Remix)
Let me see your throat thing there buddy I'ma chop it
see the idea is to make you die (Stop it)
I don't know why but your heart beat offends me
I need to cut you off at the wind pipe desperately
(Like how about cuttin your own neck?) I did
seventeen times why you think I talk like this
Before I cut myself (THIS WAS MY VOICE)
now gimmie your neck pipe you don't have no fuckin choice
(I'm not ready to die) neither was Easy E
what makes you so fuckin special you can escape the wreath
(You mean Wraith) I said Wraith now shut the fuck up
and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that motherfucker
(Pick somebody else) I'm pickin anybody I can find
and you happen to be the next motherfucker in line
(Ok let's do it) Keep still right there
and about 1 2 3 of those motherfuckers I'm outta here
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH YEAH YEAH
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
(Ah ha... what kind of circus is this)
How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked
Took it and shook it ripped it and unzipped it
and waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray
jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way
took all his keys and a crate of Methadone
masturbated on myself and leaped out the window
Then I turned around and went right back inside
once I realized I could of grabbed a gang of Formaldehyde
Suddenly another fuckin guard shot me
I played the whole movie shits off like "You got me"
Laid there playin dead and when he checked my pockets
I jabbed my fuckin thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket
By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cuttin heads off surfin on a wheel chair
and too many bullets finally put me away...
But was it the real Violent J?
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH YEAH YEAH
Let me make the paing be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH YEAH YEAH
"It kills the pain... it's the only thing that kills the pain. I'm sorry"
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
man I'm sorry I'm stale
see the idea is to make you die (Stop it)
I don't know why but your heart beat offends me
I need to cut you off at the wind pipe desperately
(Like how about cuttin your own neck?) I did
seventeen times why you think I talk like this
Before I cut myself (THIS WAS MY VOICE)
now gimmie your neck pipe you don't have no fuckin choice
(I'm not ready to die) neither was Easy E
what makes you so fuckin special you can escape the wreath
(You mean Wraith) I said Wraith now shut the fuck up
and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that motherfucker
(Pick somebody else) I'm pickin anybody I can find
and you happen to be the next motherfucker in line
(Ok let's do it) Keep still right there
and about 1 2 3 of those motherfuckers I'm outta here
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH YEAH YEAH
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
(Ah ha... what kind of circus is this)
How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked
Took it and shook it ripped it and unzipped it
and waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray
jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way
took all his keys and a crate of Methadone
masturbated on myself and leaped out the window
Then I turned around and went right back inside
once I realized I could of grabbed a gang of Formaldehyde
Suddenly another fuckin guard shot me
I played the whole movie shits off like "You got me"
Laid there playin dead and when he checked my pockets
I jabbed my fuckin thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket
By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cuttin heads off surfin on a wheel chair
and too many bullets finally put me away...
But was it the real Violent J?
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH YEAH YEAH
Let me make the paing be gone
I wanna STAB STAB STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH YEAH YEAH
"It kills the pain... it's the only thing that kills the pain. I'm sorry"
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
man I'm sorry I'm stale
Credits
Writer(s): William Dail, Joseph Bruce, Michael John Jr. Puwal
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Other Album Tracks
- Walk into the Light - (Mike E. Clark Remix)
- Welcome to Thy Show (Kuma Remix)
- Get Ya Wicked On - (Wolfpac Remix)
- Murder Rap - (Filthee Immigrants Remix)
- Birthday Bitches - (Kuma Remix)
- Blaaam!!! - (Tino Gross Remix)
- It Rains Diamonds/Bitch Slappaz - (Kuma Remixes)
- Thy Staleness - (Fritz the Cat Remix)
- Hell's Forecast - (Mike E. Clark Remix)
- Juggalo Homies - (Mike E. Clark Remix)
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