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Rich boy’s in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another He’d like to go for a ride on the neck cutter Straight to the cart

One for the maggots, pumpkin’s light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I’m coming for your ass with an ice pick, prick One for the maggots, two for the bitch Three for the brick that smacks your lips Cuz you’s a sneaky creepy ho So don’t fuck

Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors Well, okay Have a good time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a minute,

I have a purpose… Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart…(ha ha, ha ha…ha ha, ha ha ) I have a purpose… Such things can’t exist… I have a purpose… You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them… I have a purpose… Quietly, I will

What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick Killed the little prick, him and his chick Tried to be slick but you ain’t slinky You’re brinky, you’re dinky, you suck my twinkie I don’t give a fuck if you call me a clown Break it on down, it’s murder go round What’cha