1 - Intro Here we are. This is the calm before the storm. We off the track now. That means were headed into brand new unknown territories ya’ll. Written in the crop circles it says time waits for no motherfucker. (No body) After this short calm a viscous storm will arrive, A horrendously wicked storm. Lightning bolts so powerful they set fire to water, Thunder loud enough to shatter brick walls. And it’s headed right towards us all. We call this storm The tempest. Tornadoes of fire being chased by enormous tidal waves. The tempest. Winds tearing down forests and fields revealing crop circles. The tempest Who will be left, who will still be around in the end? The tempest Who will survive long enough to join us for the new dawn? ICP is.. 2 - Rollin Over (Violent J) ...Rollin’ Over (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah, motherfucking yeah Bitch Hatchet chops straight to your motherfucking face (Rollin’ Over) (I look up there’s still so far to go) Wicked clowns got that good shit (I look up there’s still so far to go) What up dog (Violent J) I come floating in this bitch with some wings like a Pegasus Got the shiny “SV” on my chest, what up? Violent J the clown, I’m goofy for a second Bu then your bitch headless I’m on top of her naked You know my status, I’m Jugalatus And we the baddest Here to sever your melon its wicked shit that we sellin’ We off the track now get your bitch ass a bitch slap Now no body never steppin’ down we bout to enter second round (Shaggy 2 Dope) Written backwards on the wall Shaggy 2 Dope in this motherfucker You talkin’ through your boy the silence is for suckers So I’m out there throughout the year I’m right here Don’t stare like a bitch, bitch buy me a beer Nobody wicked like me I do this terrifically And my motherfucking bitch slap will knock down a tree So clown love bitch, I see them tatted out titties We forever on tour clown love in your cities Rollin’ over (Chorus) I look up there’s still so far to go So much time, so much time Rollin’ over I look up there’s still so far to go It’s your time, blow your mind I look up there’s still so far to go So much time, so much time Rollin’ over I look up there’s still so far to go It’s your time, blow your mind (Violent J) I got 3 bodies stuffed in my trunk I’m blowin’ red lights I bet I’m blowin’ heads off before I’m read any rights Maybe I’m outlaw Painted up packin’ the bombs I stomp preps in the streets and sound fire alarms Bitch run for your life we keep it wicked and scary And we welcome to our world anything that you bury I throw meteors and fireballs through brick walls And got a 3 foot dick for all your chick jaws (Shaggy 2 Dope) Walk into the sun bout to strangle someone Baby it’s a custom, gotta get it done I live like that, sprits stalkin’ me like that I’m lost in the Ouija board and never comin’ back Woo woo, drink some liquor, I don’t care When it comes to paranormals get up outta here They try to speak to me, I say don’t bother Im doing somethin' else I’m rollin’ over (Chorus) I look up there’s still so far to go So much time, so much time Rollin’ over I look up there’s still so far to go It’s your time, blow your mind I look up there’s still so far to go So much time, so much time Rollin’ over I look up there’s still so far to go It’s your time, blow your mind (Shaggy 2 Dope) I can red moon, boogie woogie walk on wind (Violent J) I throw a kick from across the street and bust your chin (Shaggy 2 Dope) I know magic, Houdini woulda hound dog my balls (Violent J) Been known to cast illusions throughout Shangri-la walls I keep it bloody, me and my buddy beyond nutty (Shaggy 2 Dope) Make nuns act slutty (Violent J) Mad rich and never studied (Fuck off!) We fantabulous (Shaggy 2 Dope) Grabbin’ our nuts Dropping brand new wicked shit (Both) Rappers are us (Chorus) I look up there’s still so far to go So much time, so much time Rollin’ over I look up there’s still so far to go It’s your time, blow your mind I look up there’s still so far to go So much time, so much time Rollin’ over I look up there’s still so far to go It’s your time, blow your mind (Bouncer) Alright you, you, and you, come on You too baby, go ahead, go on in (Shaggy) Hey man (Bouncer) What? (Shaggy) Yeah man, I just came here to dance (Bouncer) No we got a dress code up in here, dog (Shaggy) I can’t dance up in here? (Bouncer) Man you ain’t even got a shirt on. You got on one shoe I don’t know what you trying to do (Shaggy) I can dance bitch (Bouncer) Man you gotta back your ass up away from the line (Shaggy) I can dance like a motherfucker don’t get served (Bouncer) Man step yo ass.. (Shaggy) I will serve you punk ass bitch (Bouncer) Step back away from the line (Shaggy) What you gonna do? You gonna kick me out the streets? 3 - Rosemary (Shaggy 2 Dope) Let me in this bitch Let me get some change in Man fuck this dress code, bitch I can dance motherfucker I can dance (Violent J) I’m on crack walkin’ alleyways downtown People drop change so I’m checkin’ the ground Behind a nightclub, I can hear the bump outside I hear them laughin’ and drinkin’ and dancing getting live And I’m lonely graspin’ on my 55 cent I don’t know where my meds went, they been spent And I’m bent, I don’t remember yesterday at all I’m barkin’ at the moon as I’m pissin’ on the walls People grippin’ new cars checkin’ out a few bars They see me come in side step a few yards I’m like a bad man, holdin’ out my crusty ass hands Scoldin’ an imaginary friend Scary and I’m blackin’ out just about to lose all hope I was peerin’ through the window of a nightclub scopin’ And there she was, everything I planned for In the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin’ (Chorus) She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor She dipped down, she did the twirlin’ She shook it some more, she’s groovy She made me happy, I try to refrain I walk on, but then I run right back I’m at it again, she’s callin’ (Violent J) I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle Carjacked a minivan and punch full throttle Right back to the spot, then I waited to get her But when she came out, she had a bitch boy with her No problem, hit the pipe and follow them home And my imaginary friend gon have to leave me alone Cause this really going down, I feel him pullin’ me down Knowin’ I’m a wicked clown I gotta throw it down She pulled in, her and her fuck ass strolled in I hit the pipe again and hop out the stolen Jumpin’ through backyards clumsy and trippin’ It don’t matter when your goal is a throat slittin’ And the way she danced lit flames Burning me alive, I hear quit playin’ games I’m on the side of her house, lookin’ in through the back den And there she was again, with him dancing (Chorus) She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor She dipped down, she did the twirlin’ She shook it some more, she’s groovy She made me happy, I try to refrain I walk on, but then I run right back I’m at it again, she’s callin’ (Violent J) I walked right in through the front door unlocked No gun cocked, cinder block Clown paint, I came here to dance boogie, oo ha And maybe tap a little nookie I’m creepin’, music bumpin’ in the back I’m down the hallway hidin’ behind the coat rack And here come the punk fuck to get champagne I take the rock and pop him with the damn thing Hit him in the back of the head He dropped the wine, but I caught it in time I had to take his life with a steak knife I washed it off and put it back, I’m keeping the place nice I’m comin bitch, you want an olive or something I’m fuckin’ straight up the streets, but I’m down with some frontin’ I wanna tango But instead I’m outside the club and its all in my head (Chorus) She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor She dipped down, she did the twirlin’ She shook it some more, she’s groovy She made me happy, I try to refrain I walk on, but then I run right back I’m at it again, she’s callin’ She dipped down She made me happy She dipped down 4 - Crop Circles (Shaggy 2 Dope) The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of known man Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers Nobody knows what for sure Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity But I can read them and I believe that I need them I’m runnin’ through a wheat field, chasin’ a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people At the crop circle, I’ve come to know people Under moon rays lighten up my new ways ? They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’ll pay for that mishap With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped (Chorus) The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something (Violent J) This ball of mud that we live on is alive You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse They’re like artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion Intricately placed with secrets of white magic I’m running through the moon lit fields Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret Its dancing, and I can’t catch up And I almost ran head first into a truck No compass will work, and I’m lookin’ for answers Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards? Have I lost you, cause I’ve lost me too But if you’re hiding in the crops I will come find you (Chorus) The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something (Violent J) 40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near Spokane In England the face of a dead woman shown Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn Complex designs drops seconds before dawn (Violent J) Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds I’m layin’ in the crop circle countin’ my blessings (Shaggy 2 Dope) It might hurt tho, headaches, and nausea were creeping And your nose will bleed while you’re sleepin’ (Violent J) Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware Unless your like us, and don’t care (Chorus) The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know I’m glad I finally got you to the house (Girl) This is nice (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah, oh damn, I gotta check this message you know I’ve been filln’ out applications all around the city you know trying to get a job (Girl) Don’t worry about it baby (Shaggy 2 Dope) I’ll handle this (Message) What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here, I need your fucking money (Shaggy 2 Dope) Oh, shit (Girl) Who the fuck was that? 5 - Deadbeat Moms featuring Esham (Violent J) Bitch back up cause your dimmin’ my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin’ that Your shit loop like a bowl of soup And every time I’m with you, I’m smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I’ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport Then blast off, catch a flight to another life Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They won’t stifle, always wanna fight and for what Get the rifle one to her butt, POP! I won’t have it, bitches won’t fly straight And I got two more bitches callin’ sayin’ they late Baby momma blues (Chorus) Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight Bitch leave me alone (Esham) Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama Callin’ me while I’m in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer Anyway bitch, how’d u get my new number Fuck your baby momma, she needs a new weave That bitch did something that I couldn’t believe She called up a priest, she called the police And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece Fuck my baby momma, I can’t see it like Stevie Wonder All I know is when it rains it thunders My baby momma took me under Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids Don’t tell me bout shit that none of them did To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin’ the drama Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma (Chorus) Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight (Shaggy 2 Dope) I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes You don’t love them kids, you only keep them to use You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers How that happen? You got me plottin’ a kidnapping Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off! All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you Damn, just a piece of neden ? Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn’t enough You met some punk and he stole your stuff You wrecked your car they cut off your phone Baby mommas blowin me up AIN’T NOBODY HOME! How much money, just for three kids I got three other hoes layin’ down they bids Don’t think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces I got baby mommas in phenomenal places (Chorus) Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight Leave me alone (Esham) There you have it, man These hoes done lost they minds, man These hoes keep tryin’ to hit a brother with charges So I just keep on hittin’ them with gauges You know what I’m sayin’? These hoes can just jump up off me man I don’t give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I’m sayin? Fuck what the DMA say I just had another one man Yeah, it’s tryna get me I don’t know man I don’t know what they gone do But if they break up out this.. (Violent J) Bitch back up cause your dimmin’ my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin’ that Your shit loop like a bowl of soup And every time I’m with you, I’m smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I’ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport Then blast off, catch a flight to another life Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They won’t stifle, always wanna fight and for what Get the rifle one to her butt, POP! I won’t have it, bitches won’t fly straight And I got two more bitches callin’ sayin’ they late Baby momma blues (Chorus) Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight Bitch leave me alone (Esham) Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama Callin’ me while I’m in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer Anyway bitch, how’d u get my new number Fuck your baby momma, she needs a new weave That bitch did something that I couldn’t believe She called up a priest, she called the police And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece Fuck my baby momma, I can’t see it like Stevie Wonder All I know is when it rains it thunders My baby momma took me under Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids Don’t tell me bout shit that none of them did To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin’ the drama Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma (Chorus) Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight (Shaggy 2 Dope) I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes You don’t love them kids, you only keep them to use You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers How that happen? You got me plottin’ a kidnapping Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off! All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you Damn, just a piece of neden ? Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn’t enough You met some punk and he stole your stuff You wrecked your car they cut off your phone Baby mommas blowin me up AIN’T NOBODY HOME! How much money, just for three kids I got three other hoes layin’ down they bids Don’t think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces I got baby mommas in phenomenal places (Chorus) Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight Leave me alone (Esham) There you have it, man These hoes done lost they minds, man These hoes keep tryin’ to hit a brother with charges So I just keep on hittin’ them with gauges You know what I’m sayin’? These hoes can just jump up off me man I don’t give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I’m sayin? Fuck what the DMA say I just had another one man Yeah, it’s tryna get me I don’t know man I don’t know what they gone do But if they break up out this.. 6 - We'll Be Alright (Violent J) No luck, got stuck They comin’ to repo my truck Big bills, shit kills No pills and I’m outta refills She dissed, I missed I'm having problems dodging these fists They chasin’ me, they wanna lock me up I’m surrounded by thugs about to sock me up I can’t stand it, I’m stranded I can’t find a home on this planet I fucked it up, I can’t get up My old lady’s tearing my shit up I missed quota, turned shoulders They all lockin’ me out, it’s getting colder But I’m ok, I just move on I can weather any storm, I know in the long run (Chorus) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) (Shaggy 2 Dope) Mad bills, drink spills Black out at night my hands kill Wake naked, can’t take it Po wrapped me up in that blanket No bail, I fail I’m on the right track, derailed How stale, I’m in the county orange And my kids’ life been torn Welfare, no healthcare Every motherfucker out for them self here Weird thoughts, life’s tough But I’m a hustler and know how to bluff No cash, no pass I got dog bounty huntin’ my ass But its ok, I just move on I can weather any storm cause in the long run (Chorus) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) (Violent J) Wrong turn, got burned And a motherfucker still ain’t learned Denied, no reply But I’ve been known to retry They hate me, I’m scary They waitin’ at the cemetery Grim reaper creepin’ on me hound doggin’ I got a chemical splash in my noggin’ I get lonesome, and then bone strum They got warrants in effect and I’m on some I ain’t healthy, can’t help me I ain’t wealthy look what they dealt me Straight straggla, brown bagger Juggalo gang bang K tagger And it’s ok, I just move on I’ll survive it all cause I know in the long run (Chorus) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) We’ll be alright, We’ll be alright It ain’t no thang, shit ain’t no thang (Shit it ain’t no thang) (Violent J) Man I like that hoodie (Shopkeeper) Hey can I help ya’ll with something man (Violent J) Yup we’re getting that stuff right there (Shopkeeper) Damn ya’ll getting all this? (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah (Shopkeeper) Well let me take, let me take this up to the counter for you. You can go get you some shoes out the back or something (Violent J) Nah (Shopkeeper) Lot a shoes. Hey big man (Violent J) Hmm? (Shopkeeper) I see you lookin’ at them jerseys (Violent J) Yup (Shopkeeper) What you need about a four x or something? (Violent J) Hahaha (Shopkeeper) Hey sly pimpin I know you need about an extra medium or something you about my size (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hahaha (Shopkeeper) I got ya’ll don’t man ya’ll ya’ll look like you spenfin’ a lot of money up in here playboy (Violent J) Yeah, just you know (Shopkeeper) Alright alright yeah, check out these timberlands (Violent J) No I’m straight (Shopkeeper) No just che-check out these timberlands (Shaggy 2 Dope) Man look we just tryin to get up outta here alright (Shopkeeper) What ya’ll do man ya, yall in the movies man I seen you in that one movie you look you look familiar like you was in that movie with Jamie Foxx (Shaggy 2 Dope) What hahaha (Shopkeeper) Oh oh oh ok, my bad dog, ya’ll got somewhere to be or something (Violent J) Yeah were up outta here man (Shopkeeper) Alright alright cool cool cool cool (Violent J) Pay for this then (Shopkeeper) Come over here let me hollla at you fo a minute (Violent J) Whats up? (Shopkeeper) Hey check it out, ya’ll getting a lot of stuff man ya’ll look like ya’ll getting some chips you know you now I’m just trying to be like you know trying to be a big dog like ya’ll you know (Violent J) Haha right (Shopkeeper) Slide me like a hundred, two hundred, couple hundred dollars or something you know (Violent J) What the fuck are you saying? Give you some money? Just give you some shit? (Shopkeeper) I’m just trying to grow up too baby ya’ll in this motherfucker ballin’ dog I mean (Violent J) Fuck that, fuck off (Shopkeeper) What goi-whats going on? 7 - Like It Like That (Violent J) I’ll ride a fucking pogo stick all over your face With Shaggy on my shoulders adding to the weight We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll (Shaggy 2 Dope) We love all hoes, skinny old hoes Big balled hoes, we dig all those We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll (Violent J) We slap rappers in the head with the mic during freestlye wars And get thrown out the doors *Dynamite scratched* (Shaggy 2 Dope) We rock our own wear, and if we don’t care About what the fuck is going on out there We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll (Violent J) When the streets go quiet it means something’s wrong I’m standing on a corner sippin’ on something strong We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll (Shaggy 2 Dope) Channel 719 hit us with the high beam Wicked clowns choppin’ em down live on the scene We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll (Violent J) Sometimes my dome feels like a cherry bomb (Shaggy 2 Dope) I gotta pound his fucking head with a hammer to keep him calm (Violent J) Get him (Shaggy 2 Dope) We so deep underground, the devil came around But got his tail chopped off by Shaggy the clown We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll (Violent J) We livin’ in a fun house, walkin’ through mirrors and walls The floor spins and it rains in the halls We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll (Shaggy 2 Dope) Many hate us, but we the greatest Ya’ll just keep talkin, elevate us We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll (Violent J) We human cannonballs flyin’ with no necks Into brick walls scarier the show gets (Shaggy 2 Dope) We throw punches, hittin’ faces like freight trains Guaranteed to put shit in your Hanes We like it like that, fuck you We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll Fuck you, fuck ya’ll Say fuck you Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you) Man fuck you bitches (Fuck ya’ll) Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you) What you gonna do bitch (Fuck ya’ll) I say fuck ya’ll (Fuck you) Man fuck all you hoes (Fuck ya’ll) 8 - Off The Tracks (Violent J) I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me Ive murdered everybody i need some switches for me Take me some place nobody ever knew existed Gone like the missle that missed it gone balistic Its floatin on anyone caught in the way Im falling through the future while your back in the day And know that, theres a storm comin brewing up ahead with black rain as hot as it can get,oh shit (Chorus) We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me (Shaggy 2 Dope) Mother fucker I been droppin freestyles For fifty three miles We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles I caught a shootin star Inside a peanut butter jar We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like quasars We draw crop circles That turns skies purples Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though We keep it juggalo We underground and more Rockin shows in my underwear Never been the one to care Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer I make the rainest But the joker cards is forever famous But who can blame us The carnival became us Im sleepin in the clouds leaving through the night sky I fantasize let you see something beyond your eyes I seen the galaxy, ate lucky charms off the milkyway But tommorow gonna be the day (Chorus) We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me (Violent J & Shaggy) And we gon ride high Swerve left and right high Oh we gon ride high Swerve left and right high All Night (Violent J) You gotta meet me to believe me And be me to achieve me And vision through your third eye to even try to see me Im to dramatic Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic Im on your TV screen talkin through the static Im on the beaches of Afghanistan Talkin to the reefer man Caught in a avalanche and dont need an ambulance Come with me ill show you how to relax Dark Carnival wagons is flying off the tracks So c'mon (Chorus) We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me (Violent J & Shaggy) And we gon ride high Swerve left and right high Oh we gon ride high Swerve left and right high All Night (Chorus) We off the track Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me Off the track, off the track Falling freely Dip on back, back Flying with me (Violent J) Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music for the juggalo nation of serial killas. World Wide, worldwide baby and it never never ever never stop never stop never ever ever never never ever stop bitch