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letra de don’t fuck wit me - the killjoy club, insane clown posse & da mafia 6ix

[intro: dj paul]
we are… the k!lljoy club!
mafia 6ix! yeah… icp!
don’t play no reindeer games with me, boy
tear this motherf-cker up right now hoe, yeah!

[chorus: the k!lljoy club]
don’t f-ck with me, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me (no)
don’t f-ck with me, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me (no)
don’t f-ck with me, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me (no)
it’s da mafia 6ix and the icp!
don’t f-ck with me, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me (no)
don’t f-ck with me, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me (no)
don’t f-ck with me, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me (no)
it’s da mafia 6ix and the icp!

[verse 1: dj paul]
been the f-ckin’ hardest, motherf-ckin’ hardest
ninjas in the game [?] this sh-t, this sh-t r-t-rded
and we the smartest, been been the smartest
f-ck a major label, we been independent artists
book my own shows, wear my own clothes
plus our own guns on you hatin’ ass hoes
get the f-ck back b-tch, this p-ssy ass tough boy
[?] k!lla with a k!lla now you outta luck boy
[verse 2: sh-ggy 2 dope]
a pack of demons fly across the moonlit sky
stab you with a broomstick – i’m that guy
children sing my name as i bl–dy my face
been diggin’ f-ckin bodies up, i muddy the place
wicked, wicked clowns and da mafia 6ix
five fat dead b-tches slobbin’ a d-ck
call me a liar and i lop off your head
kickin’ it around the backyard and into the shed

[verse 3: koopsta knicca]
they fiend to love me
think i’m gonna die hard, lonely
[?] song, [?] crunk
black got the gat from the back, paul here we go
triple six real estate, bullsh-t don’t fight
i got the desert eagle, reachin’ for the ak
don’t look me in my eyes, yo ass colorblind
lights hit the sky like a koopsta knicca rhyme
i’m way before my time, dj paul don’t stop
three 15’s beatin’ down the block, the block, the block, the block
i can’t stay f-ckin’ nice
[verse 4: violent j]
the sun is beamin’ out my forehead so hard
i lost my religion, i can’t find my god
i’m feelin’ like a bomb just before it explodes
[?] h-lla breath, i’m stuck in death mode
thirty yards ahead of me a woman is running
twenty yards, ten yards, five, b-tch – i’m comin’
i slit her throat and filled up a bucket
and drink her blood out the skull of a billy goat, f-ck it!

[verse 5: crunchy black]
it’s big business, yeah it’s business
we k!llin’ motherf-ckers, leave a witness
it’s the icp and the triple six
triple six, better known as mafia 6ix
in your face dawg, yeah we in your face dawg
makin’ hatin’ ass n-ggas gonna hate y’all
makin’ p-ssy ass n-ggas vacate y’all
talkin’ all that sh-t watch i rape y’all
[bridge: sugar slam]
ok b-tch, i come back from the f-ckin’ bathroom and you have your d-cksuckin’ lips all up in my my man’s face?
are you kidding me? nasty sl-t from around the block you must be high you f-cking wh0re!

- the killjoy club insane clown posse da mafia 6ix

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