Yo fritz, put on a mothafucking beat, that we can shake our mothafucking rolls to
Yo, fat kidz are ya with me?
Put your mothafucking hands high in the air, let me see your little chubby digits
It's about to get sweaty in here ya'll, you might want to bring a fan
It ain't easy, being about 250, when you're 15 years old
That's what real life's about

Hey yo, fat people are hard to kidnap
So if you're fat and you're all in this bitch, then grab your nutsack
Fat bitches, don't feel left out
Cause you can grab one of them skinny bitches, and knock her ass out
Chubby love, show a ninja some
Cause this fat motherfucker stay ready however they come
A hungry rapper, cannible lyricist
I got host of MC's like you inside my shit
Standing poolside with a t-shirt on
Unless I'm showering or fucking, my clothes stay on
I got double cheeseburgers chasing me in my sleep
And fine hoes checking me out but scared to speak
Off the chain, off the scale, I ain't watching no weight
I'm at the barbecue high ass hell fixing my plate
XX to the X-L, hit me 3 times
Come correct with my burger and fries, the king sized

You know whut would be the shit?
If we had our own island. man

Lets trip in the sun (repeat)
Violent j:
I got my toes in the sand watchin hoes play volleyball.
It's summer time and i'm feeling jolly ya'll.
Food on the fire boats in the water and takin time off from my serial slaughteren.
Here for the weekend me and these friends sunny sunshine and blue blue skies never end.
Theres a mermaid wavin me to come in underwater on my balls she's hummin.smokin on a phat one we come to have fun i got my dick in your hotdog bun.pouring out shots for everybody that's sippin let's get loose now skinny dippin.
Don't hate me cause the speedo i'm wearin got your girlfriend stairin.we out here sky's so clear ice cold beer suntan topless xxxxx come over here.

Chorusn juggalo island we can be one. let our nuts hang by the water. on juggalo island we can have fun. we can let go by the water.

Shaggy:bang! pow! boom! sunny like high noon met some lettes and they all comin over soon.
Have aluha i'm getting blew out come over here if you ever get threw out.
We gotta place for ya never will ignore ya gotta hot plate and a drink we gunna pour ya.
Corpse on tha grill plays on the one two and around here the dead have fun too
Stiffs in the water float and we see you doing flips in the air on a sea-do
No cops unless they pourin out shots unless ur helping us smoke these crops.
Surfin on the big one havin big fun xxxxxx with a big fat one under the sun.
Lettin them hang doing our thang listen to them up and down the beach everybody sing.

chorus

Violent j:and when the sun goes down we up all night dance of the dead boogywoogy in the moon light.
Fuck the rules right? the dead do bite listen to the quiji board we can only do right.
Can't do wrong fatty in a blue thong everybody can't be together with you gone.
Come get with this wicked ridiculous this world is ours everybit of this.

Shaggy:get you a burger with cheese enjoy the breeze i'm choppin coconuts outta palm trees
And we all in a free ballin see me shore side surfin on a dolphine.
Grass skirt dead hola girls hatchets and whutever your fishing hook catches.
We don't leave without you so lets hang boom pow bang lets do the damn thang.

chorus

let's trip in the sun (repeat)

chorus

In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away
In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood
The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells
They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
People walking right by, but never notice the screams
A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these pages
of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!

Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds,
of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine?
No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black
thirsty for the blood hound murder contact
Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners
Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging!
And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot
Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep
Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees
The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze
Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed
the secrets of a small town kept locked away. . .

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!

(On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him. . . to church. . .he is a serpent handler)

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes. . . and they poison my mind!