Would I be better off laid in a six foot hole A body rotting eyes closed with no conscious or a soul Never knowing never feeling with no memories of being Only ashes laid to ashes never loving never seeing Just a corpse and of course there'd be no rising of the dead No apocalypse of zombies and no cracking open heads With no eating of the brains because I couldn't stand the pain Pitch black nothin zerod just a head stone and a name[Bridge] I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo Would I be better off in flames and burnin for eternity And should the evil that I'm doin really be concernin me And should I bite my tongue and never seen to walk a righteous path Or will I feel the devils pitchfork stickin in my righteous ass Wake up to the smells off flesh slowly burnin like a pinner Listen to the screams of sinners roastin like a chicken dinner Everyday in hell the temperature would be a ****** scorcher And everyday in hell a new experience in human torcher. When I die I dont know where I'm gonna be but I know its a one way ticket And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked[Bridge] I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo Would I be better off with streets of gold a halo angels wings Floatin like a bodom cloud just chillin while a choir sings And every single female big ol booty sportin double ds Quick to take a **** and on command be blowin like a breeze Never beein broke or feelin sick and liquor on tap Pac and biggy droppin by to ask me 'where the **** at?' Call it shangri la or heaven I just hope they listenin And even though that hell is callin pray for me they let me in I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo I'm wicked
Would I be better off laid in a six foot hole A body rotting eyes closed with no conscious or a soul Never knowing never feeling with no memories of being Only ashes laid to ashes never loving never seeing Just a corpse and of course there'd be no rising of the dead No apocalypse of zombies and no cracking open heads With no eating of the brains because I couldn't stand the pain Pitch black nothin zerod just a head stone and a name[Bridge] I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo Would I be better off in flames and burnin for eternity And should the evil that I'm doin really be concernin me And should I bite my tongue and never seen to walk a righteous path Or will I feel the devils pitchfork stickin in my righteous ass Wake up to the smells off flesh slowly burnin like a pinner Listen to the screams of sinners roastin like a chicken dinner Everyday in hell the temperature would be a ****** scorcher And everyday in hell a new experience in human torcher. When I die I dont know where I'm gonna be but I know its a one way ticket And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked[Bridge] I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo Would I be better off with streets of gold a halo angels wings Floatin like a bodom cloud just chillin while a choir sings And every single female big ol booty sportin double ds Quick to take a **** and on command be blowin like a breeze Never beein broke or feelin sick and liquor on tap Pac and biggy droppin by to ask me 'where the **** at?' Call it shangri la or heaven I just hope they listenin And even though that hell is callin pray for me they let me in I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo I'm wicked
