Why must my visions be so clearThe truth, the truth, I’ve got work to doI got shot with a buck shot, shot me downBut you know you can’t paint a frown on a clownSewer gutter blood runs through my systemDeath stopped by but I must have just missed himAm I in a southwest street gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin’ nuts hang? But do you careI got stabbed in the eye and you wadn’t no whereAnd what about the time I got fuckedWhen I got shot in the throat...fuckin’ suckedBut you news wouldn’t know meYou could give a fuck less never the less unlessSomething happened in your suburbsI’m a cut your daddy’s neck, you little fuckin’ nerdI don’t give a fuck where you’re from boySo don’t tell me cuz I don’t give a fuckIt’s all about what’s going on in your headDo or don’t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)Do or don’t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)You could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionI woke up next to a dead bodyRoll it out the way and jump out of bedStrap on my kicks and step out my roomCuz somehow there’s another stiff in the bathroomDead fucks all over the grassI’m a kick somebody in they dead assQuick to make a left on jeffersonAnd I noticed there’s another stiff riding shotgunAm I just seeing things? no.Is your mother a soggy ho? I like to drink faygo, out from the scottiesBut then one out of one of my homeboys turned intoDead bodiesBut I’m straight with thatJust don’t be leaving your guts in my car n’ shitWait a minute, wait, get your head on straightI drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking dayI gotta wonder if they doShould I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue tooI can’t do much, but they canBut those motherfuckers gotta death wish, manI’m gonna swim in they blood shedJusti-justify the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)Do or don’t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)You could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionYeah, dead bodies manThey ain’t so badI mean they’re all over in theStreets n shit ya knowBut they don’t be fuckin’ with youThey just lay there dead as shitI mean they tasted kinda straightWith a little mustard, manYeah, much worseSeventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wireAll seventeen on fireLightening up the sky with the smell of deathRich bigot fucker, take a deep breathLook at you makes me go baddyMotherfucker don’t be nothing like your daddyCuz he’s nothing but a redneck hoeHim and his kind created this ghettoThey can deal with they own creationMove out farther, suburb vacationBut it don’t work like thatKnock at your door and it’s me running slug batI’m a stick it to your fuckin’ nuggetAbout seventeen times and you’re gonna love itMotherfuckerDrive down my streetAnd stare at the folks who can’t make end’s meetYou don’t know now but that’s the planMost people in hell were rich when they died, manTake that to your golden bedCuz I’m a cut your ass up for the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don’t bother you (3x)Well, ya know violent j’s kinda wickedIf there’s a booger in my nose I’m a pick itAnd flick it in your eye like you ain’t jackAnd stomp my boots on your nutsackWell, I’m shaggy and I’m in the houseYou don’t think so, I’ll put a brick in your mouthCan’t nobody flex on a nutty clownI got boys down river straight hick townWell, ya know I’m coming straight from the trailor parkThat’s me out front working on the skylarkI’m waiting on a check, I don’t cut the grassAnd my woman’s got babies falling all out her assI’ll be running with the carnival until I’m eightyCuz they know I’m going out with the fat ladyI strip the bitch down to the nitty grittyBut I ain’t saying shit about a wooden titty
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