Lyrics:

It was like March, April
Fuckin, Libra

Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin, but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy the kid
You probably think I'm only playin but, I did
My daddies were a 2 headed freak show
Mamma a fortune teller, Esmerella Zella
Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board
And I was born the next day
Violent J
When I was 14 I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there, on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it would fuck me up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, what?
Everybody tripped and called me the clown
devil boy child of the Witch heifer
Whatever
Tied me up burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts
Smokey Nuts
After that they started bowin and shit
Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get
I said get off my dick I ain't a savior
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

4 simple things in this bitch before I die

I want a rusty axe
I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridgette
And a little sip of Faygo too

Till I get my shit in this mother fucker
I will neva DIE!

(aww hell yea)

so anyways,
50 years passed all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in the search of my ends, I wrestled Alligators
Battled terminators
Nothin ever killed me, nothin could harm me
I fought in the civil war, Yankees army
I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Man they didn't even have that shit back then
(Violent J)
How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
(Shaggy 2 Dope
Well at least make this shit sound real man damn!

(Violent J)
I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern
Steady takin cannon balls
To the balls
The war ended, I traveled the country, horse back
Until this fool tried to horse jack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
(pew)
Didn't even smear the makeup
I took his gun a put a divit in his neck
The sherriff didn't like it
I got indited
87 long years in the state pen
Till they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin
On they way out they're like "Yo ain't you
like a houndred and somethin?"

I said, thats right, and I ain't gonna
die till I get my shit mother fucker!!!

I want a rusty axe
I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridgette
Just a little sip or two

Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
I will neva DIE

(hee hee)

yeah,
I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
Climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side
My homie has an Impala blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushin 111
I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post
hahahaha hell yeah cuz, it hurts a
little bit but then ya getta straight buzz
The world hates me cuz of shit like this
They always try and kill me but, MISS
I know it's odd but my face is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty... but chicks dig it
And I told ya my neck can strech for miles
I sorta look like somethin from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more than a little bit

But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT
And I ain't gonna die till I get it!!!!

I want a rusty axe
I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridgette
I said Faygo FUCK Mountain Dew

Till I get my shit in this mother fucker

I will neva Die!
Die (x2)