Ain't Yo Bidness
	Rude Boy sittin pancaked on 23's, Clown love to Chicago Juggalos, We underground like Blaze, my dead homie, and yours, we dead, we dead, no wait a minute, we don't die! We don't die...WE DON'T DIE!! Maybe I like bloody murder music you know shit like stab your fuckin eye, Maybe I like eatin shit like Tylonel PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high, Maybe I like punching people I don't even know, knock em flat up fuckin out,(pa) Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads i had to let some anger out,(sorry) Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep em by my side,(wut up) Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by so I keep what I can find,(My boys) Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoes on my neck and I always paint my face, Can I still date your daughter I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste (Chorus) AIN'T YO BIDNESS, how i act, AIN'T YO BIDNESS, don't get slapped, AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO, LESS YOU WANT YO face slapped too Maybe I don't even like you but I gotta front cu you're a record label guy(motherfucker!), Wut if I dragged you into the street beat your ass and put a boot up in your eye(puh! bitch) Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony Braxton, Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Gray befor a Janet Jackson, Maybe I got no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody else, Maybe when I was a boy, underneathmy shirt i had bruises and welts oh(its ok), Maybe I was hungry bottom barrel poor and my mom was always sick, Maybe I'm lying, I'm just tryna find and excuse to be a dick, im a dick, dick, Maybe I'm upset that you left me I'll hang myself above you bed(you should try suicide), From your ceiling fan, so I'll be swinging when you walk in, I might kick you in the head, (stook), Maybe I got theripists, I been committed but my manager he got me free(Double A yall), 18 pills a day I get so dizzy and high sometimes I cant even see(I gotta sit down), (Chorus)