Lyrics to In The Haughhh
I'm Violent J. I breathe toxic fumes and throw my lungs up all over your brand new patent-leather penny loafers, you ffffuck.
I'm 2 Dope. I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat. And I live in a big pipe on Zug Island. So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch ass faggot. Faggot. You bitch ass faggot.
I'm in a southwest Detroit Del Ray Inner City ghetto street gang. I got people who want me dead, but everytime they run up on me, I get scared, and my skull explodes all over those motherfuckers.
Sometimes I get hungry, man. But there ain't nothing in the box but a brick sandwich. So I start hurting that motherfucker. And I chew on that bitch till my jaw breaks. Which don't fade me, cause I'm a hoodlum. And I don't exist to you fucks.
You fucks. You green grass fucks. Fuck me and I'll fuck you, fucker.
We coming, motherfucker...we coming to get ya...coming to get ya...How you see me is what you get. It's all how you see me is what ya get. Carnival of Carnage is coming...How you see me is what you get.
I was snooking good in my bed
Woke up to find my brain fell out my head
Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver
Rah! Rah! I'm that much liver
I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
But then I always fall...and bust my ass
But it don't matter, really don't matter
Don't matter, don't matter, cause I'm in the haugh!!!
In the haugh, in the haugh!
Violent Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh!
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh!
We in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! Haugh!
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
Get off me dog, I'm shitfaced
I mean, I ain't got shit on my face, but ya know
People in the suburbs hate me (Why?)
Southwest carnival crazy (Ahh!!)
My mind ain't nothing but a lemon
I mean it's fucking yellow and shit
I don't know man, fuck off
You can't fade me, vato, cause I'm in the haugh!
In the haugh, in the haugh!
2 Dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh!
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh!
We's in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! Haugh!
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
I'm Greez-E and I can moonwalk
But I don't cause that shit's so fucking played out
Instead I just grab this wang
And tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch
Parachute pants and moon boots
Chilling on the corner, butt-naked, hurting Fruit Loops
Fuck a hillbilly goat
Sitting in the tub, I'll let my nuts float
Cause I'm in the haugh
In the haugh, in the haugh!
Greez-E's in the motherfucking haugh!
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh!
We's in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! Haugh!
Wicked joker town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
Southwest is in the haugh!
Greez-E is in the haugh!
I'm in the haugh, in the haugh, in the haugh!
E Dog's in the haugh!
Chris Boneki's in the house!
Jumpsteady in the house!
I'ma in the house too!
Mike Clark in the haugh!
Rabbit head recipe's in the haugh!
(Bunch of jibberish)
Wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked joker's kill
Southwest thrill
Wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked joker's kill
Southwest thrill
I'm 2 Dope. I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat. And I live in a big pipe on Zug Island. So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch ass faggot. Faggot. You bitch ass faggot.
I'm in a southwest Detroit Del Ray Inner City ghetto street gang. I got people who want me dead, but everytime they run up on me, I get scared, and my skull explodes all over those motherfuckers.
Sometimes I get hungry, man. But there ain't nothing in the box but a brick sandwich. So I start hurting that motherfucker. And I chew on that bitch till my jaw breaks. Which don't fade me, cause I'm a hoodlum. And I don't exist to you fucks.
You fucks. You green grass fucks. Fuck me and I'll fuck you, fucker.
We coming, motherfucker...we coming to get ya...coming to get ya...How you see me is what you get. It's all how you see me is what ya get. Carnival of Carnage is coming...How you see me is what you get.
I was snooking good in my bed
Woke up to find my brain fell out my head
Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver
Rah! Rah! I'm that much liver
I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
But then I always fall...and bust my ass
But it don't matter, really don't matter
Don't matter, don't matter, cause I'm in the haugh!!!
In the haugh, in the haugh!
Violent Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh!
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh!
We in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! Haugh!
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
Get off me dog, I'm shitfaced
I mean, I ain't got shit on my face, but ya know
People in the suburbs hate me (Why?)
Southwest carnival crazy (Ahh!!)
My mind ain't nothing but a lemon
I mean it's fucking yellow and shit
I don't know man, fuck off
You can't fade me, vato, cause I'm in the haugh!
In the haugh, in the haugh!
2 Dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh!
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh!
We's in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! Haugh!
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
I'm Greez-E and I can moonwalk
But I don't cause that shit's so fucking played out
Instead I just grab this wang
And tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch
Parachute pants and moon boots
Chilling on the corner, butt-naked, hurting Fruit Loops
Fuck a hillbilly goat
Sitting in the tub, I'll let my nuts float
Cause I'm in the haugh
In the haugh, in the haugh!
Greez-E's in the motherfucking haugh!
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh!
We's in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! Haugh!
Wicked joker town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
Southwest is in the haugh!
Greez-E is in the haugh!
I'm in the haugh, in the haugh, in the haugh!
E Dog's in the haugh!
Chris Boneki's in the house!
Jumpsteady in the house!
I'ma in the house too!
Mike Clark in the haugh!
Rabbit head recipe's in the haugh!
(Bunch of jibberish)
Wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked joker's kill
Southwest thrill
Wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked joker's kill
Southwest thrill
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