Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Drop a old school beat)
"The original Jackin' For Beats: Ice Cube"
"Jackin' For Beats 2: Sticky Fingaz"
"Jackin' For Beats 3: (Straight jackin') Violent J (Brother) of ICP"
"What?"

[Verse 1]
Get chopped, wakin' the dead master
I'll twist your head backwards off instinct, then my hatchet sink
In your back. Say a prayers, my Detroit players
I'll be sick juggalos, stickin' dick in the nose
We brush you better than you do if we choose to
If we use your beat eschew will lose too
It's a who's who of whose own flow we brush new
Soon everyone will be crushed, so we in no rush to

[Verse 2]
"Hatchet!"
"Duke is doin' it." (Straight jackin')
[?] ninja bustin' 9 milli's in the air
Fuckin' with these painted killer clowns, juggalos
I dare you, get in here, don't even breathe our air. We hear you
There would disappear you clear the area we share, bitch
You best beware, 'cause we'll tear right through your vest, don't spare you
So you'll be left, you embarrassed, now [?] and don't compare us
'Cause they only hearin' us and trust you whilst it homie glarin' is a must
Your shit's phat without the phat, millions of fans ("Hated that!")
Only fresh when you fade to black. That track was dope, you made it wack
Reverse platinum, gave 'em back that plaque. They came to take it back

[Verse 3]
"I took your fuckin' music, and I ain't pay to use it"
(Straight jackin')
(I'm admitted doin' shit deep down in the graveyard)
Your beat wasn't shit 'til I stoled it (That's right)
Why the fuck would you even let me hold it? (Hold it)
Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Milk dud)
Let my nuts hit your tonsils and throat blood (That's right)
Your beat wasn't shit 'til I stoled it (Ha ha)
What you did with this beat was some bullshit (Ha ha)
Spread my butt cheeks, lick my fuckin' milk dud (Oh yeah)
Diss me, they'll be slippin' on your spilled blood (Alright)
Hey you, bitch boy, is you dreamin'? (Is you dreamin'?)
Open up your lips, guzzle my semen (My semen)
Sue me, bitch. Get in line. (Get in line)
I don't care; I'm broke. That's fine

[Verse 4]
(Straight jackin')
"Hatchet!"
I'm the King of Pop, 'cause I pop ninjas like a wheelie
Pay for this you hope. Nope! Your beat is dope, I steal it. Feel me ninjas?
I pay for nothin'! Nut in your whole belly button
Tell me somethin': why the fuck we yellin'? For nothin'
I pluck your shit. Sue me. So what? You nothin' to me
Heard you be booty stuffin' right up your doodie muffin
Your shit be extra roomy, blew out your fruity butt in sluttin'
Ruined your poop chute, it's through with shuttin'

[Verse 5]
This is now Violent J's new shit
And none of y'all about to do shit. Check it
Take your fresh beat and rework it
And insane clown wicked here to merk it
Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA
Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA
Took your fresh beat, made it my shit
Start a wicked-ass juggalo mosh pit
Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA
Ti krem ot ereh dekciw nwolc enasni dnA

[Verse 6]
"Yeah, even if you're down with my crew"
(Yeah) "These mother fuckers need to know"
"Ain't no wicked shit like this Detroit wicked wicketshit"
Six six five, hella live
Liftin' this is a felony crime from the UP down I-75
Enemies die. E and J with the heavenly vibe
An Esham classic, I'ma snatch it, try to match it
'Cause it truly is that bad-ass shit
These mother fuckin' big stars in charge
Pluckin' shit from the underground, dippin' hard
Now we rippin' your shit off, livin' large
Straight trippin', makin' your shit ours

[Verse 7]
And your shit was weak until I freaked it
Now it's got a whole new light
Weak until I freaked it (Freaked it)
Suddenly the groove feels right
I took your shit and lit it up
Now it's tight and shinin' bright
I took your shit and lit it up
Hit me if you wanna fight
"We can thump. I'll ice that damn jaw"

[Verse 8]
"Yo. ICP. Let's do this. Ha ha ha!"
Alright, stop (Brother!) You never liked this track?
It's mine now, mother fucker. The shit phat
Rob's my boy. You diss his rappin'
Fifteen times, bitch boy. Platinum
He fucked Madonna, or she fucked him
Well you fucked her jackin' off, pretend
58,000,000 chillin' in the bank
Let's see what you got: blank

[Outro]
"Family! Family! Family! Family! Family! Family! Family!"