[door shut] [classroom noise]
[Bell]
Nigga 1: Hey look, here comes a some bitch boys, WHAT SET YOU REP?
Nigga 2: HEY BITCH BOYS we are talking to you
Nigga 1: JUMP EM
[Rustle]
Nigga 3: Lets see what this faggot has in his backpack!
[zip noise]
Nigga 1: What the fuck? Nigga 4: Oh Fuck!
Sulfide: [Lunging noise and grunt]
Reaper: TOUCH ME AGAIN FUCKER
[Smacks and sounds of blood splatter]
[sounds of punches]
[wounded calls][screaming students]
Student 1: Get the hell out of here!
[clank of metal hitting metal]
Sulfide: JOE DOUBLE DROP KICK
Joe: [Screaming] [Battlecry]
Nigga 5: [grunt]
Nigga 2: Give me that weapon!
[wrestiling sounds]
[blood splat]
Nigga 1: AnDre Lets bail! [running noises]
[sound of tomahawk spinning through the air][blood splat]
Nigga 3: HOLY FUCKING SHIT
[que song]
Sulfide: We are the new kids in this division, the old rejects, the forbidden
We are not about what we did, because all about what we didn't
We can make Charles Manson pale to our garrison of the midnight sun,
hired guns, narcicistic ready to rock someones shit.
I will take your pencil and plant it deep inside your skullcap
Reap's cookin utinsels and perform a flappy floppy splinal tap
Our pupils hate on us most want to fuck us up
singing their blithe pansy chants, eubonic tounges of hip hop [stab]
Crank dat merciless gravy silence. [cough of blood]
The Reaper: Look at that hotty roaming the halls, shit all hanging out
I'd kill and mame, do anything to fuck her just abit, [stab sound]
Her body's still hot, even though she's ice cold and her throat has a slit.
She'll be full of maggots and sure you think its kinda sick
I would still kill just to kill her and fuck her corpse with my dick
she smells like rot being over three weeks past dead
But the way she looks at me with her swelled head
I sit and admire her blue face
I hold her tight in a loving embrace....
Her body's still hot, even though she's ice cold and her throat has a slit.
She'll be full of maggots and sure you think its kinda sick
I would still kill just to kill her and fuck her corpse with my dick
she smells like rot being over three weeks past dead
But the way she looks at me with her swelled head
I sit and admire her blue face
I hold her tight in a loving embrace....
[chrous]
The Reaper: Your schools not going to do shit for you! Sulfide: Fuck no!
Sulfide: Make a name for yourself! The Reaper: hahaha
The Reaper: You best lower your standards and take what you can get.
Don't fucking get pushed around sling a block in a sock
slay those that challenge you and get in your way
Use a led pipe get em dude! get em dude! with a KNOCK KNOCK
Turned your head to a pulp bitch!
Sulfide: Get your homies together and roll tight.
Try as hard as you like use all your might
Your shangri la is only if you can make it.
No body else cares or gives a shit about you but your juggalo family.
The Reaper: WEST SIDE MOTHERFUCKER
Sailing trip around the ocean
death as my companion
Fog machine, Mystical magical sparkling lights from the fire alarm
I'll use your scalp for voodoo magic and your anus for a lucky charm
Your intestines for rigging and Make a Sail from your scrotum skin
release the anchor lets go for a spin!
Sailing trip around the ocean
death as my companion
Fog machine, Mystical magical sparkling lights from the fire alarm
I'll use your scalp for voodoo magic and your anus for a lucky charm
Your intestines for rigging and Make a Sail from your scrotum skin
release the anchor lets go for a spin!
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