Lyric 17 Dead
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 motherfuckin nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn t no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin sucked
But you news wouldn t know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I m a cut your daddy s neck, you little fuckin nerd
I don t give a fuck where you re from boy
So don t tell me cuz I don t give a fuck
It s all about what s going on in your head
Do or don t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Do or don t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck 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
Cuz somehow there s another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks 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 n shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking 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 motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I m gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Do or don t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck 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 n shit ya know
But they don t be fuckin with you
They just lay there dead as shit
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 fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don t be nothing like your daddy
Cuz 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 fuckin nugget
About seventeen times and you re gonna love it
motherfucker
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
Cuz I m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Well, ya know Violent J s kinda wicked
If there s a booger in my nose I m a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain t jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsack
Well, I m Shaggy and I m in the house
You don t think so, I ll put a brick in y
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 motherfuckin nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn t no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin sucked
But you news wouldn t know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I m a cut your daddy s neck, you little fuckin nerd
I don t give a fuck where you re from boy
So don t tell me cuz I don t give a fuck
It s all about what s going on in your head
Do or don t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Do or don t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck 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
Cuz somehow there s another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks 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 n shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking 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 motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I m gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Do or don t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck 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 n shit ya know
But they don t be fuckin with you
They just lay there dead as shit
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 fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don t be nothing like your daddy
Cuz 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 fuckin nugget
About seventeen times and you re gonna love it
motherfucker
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
Cuz I m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don t bother you (3x)
Well, ya know Violent J s kinda wicked
If there s a booger in my nose I m a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain t jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsack
Well, I m Shaggy and I m in the house
You don t think so, I ll put a brick in y
