Why must my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, I`ve got work to do

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 motherf**kin` nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn`t no where

And what about the time I got f**ked
When I got shot in the throat, f**kin` sucked
But you news wouldn`t on that
You could give a f**k less never thought less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I`m a cut your daddy`s neck, you little f**kin` nerd
I don`t give a f**k where you`re from boy
So don`t tell me `cause I don`t give a f**k
It`s all about what`s going on in your head
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
You could give a f**k 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 f**ks 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 an` s**t
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every f**king 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 motherf**kers gotta death wish, man
I`m gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
You could give a f**k 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 an` shi, ya know
But they don`t be f**kin` with you
They just lay there dead as s**t
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 f**ker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go batty
Motherf**ker 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 f**kin` nugget
About seventeen times and you`re gonna love it, motherf**ker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can`t make end`s meet
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`ma cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
I`ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
I`ma chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
I`ll chop you, I`ll slice you, seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody else

Yeah yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J`s kinda wicked
If there`s a booger in my nose, I`ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain`t Jack
And stomp my boots on your nut sack

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
`Cause they know I`m going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain`t saying s**t about a wooden titty