Am Goin T` Jail Lyrics

Am Goin T` Jail lyrics

[Flybot Van Damn]



Well I'm mad n sick



Fucked up and I'm cussin



Sniffin Krazy Glue 



Drinkin Robitussin



C'mere ya goddamn piece of fuck



I wanna back over your face with a dumptruck



And watch the blood come out of your eyes and nose



Then I'm gonna drop a big rock in your bowl



Well I'm huge, you better realize that



Got three fuckin rows of teeth like a shark



Chop down your tree and bite off all the bark



So don't you make no smart ass punk remark



Cuz I'm liable to go off on ya, bitch



You're lookin at a psycho



Certifiable



I'll make ya real uncomfortable



And I'm laughin, heh heh, cuz it's funny



And when you see me comin you get up and get runnin



Coverin your ass cuz you know that I will kick it



That's the ticket



I'munna strike and a-picket



See my boot? I think it's time ya lick it



Ya ain't safe in the woods when I drop out the thicket



I'm stalkin



Whenever I'm out walkin



Guess what? I'm gunna jump you first



Cuz I saw you a mile away with binoculars



Just got done stealin your mom's purse



And we ain't even done with the first verse



Fuck yeah, Dipshit



Am Goin t' Jail







[Guy Albino]



I go all out on a fool with a blunt tool



Swimmin in blood pools it's makin me drool



To just think about it



Killin n killin again



Rip off your neck reach down and grab a vital organ



Of my choice- heart, spleen, lung or liver



I put it in my pocket and snack on it later



Keep your eyes peeled and keep your ears open



Cuz I see the world through an infrared scope- n wait



I see your jawbone startin to masticate



A hundred eight bones in your body to break



I curb-stomp your feet then smash them with hammers



Literally, not metaphorically or grammatically



I take away at humanity



Death is for certain, my life is insanity



My Mac-10 has a empty clip again



I reload and show you how to kill men



I swing the battle axe quicker than ya thinkin



Leave decapitated heads dead and stinkin



Cops or civilians, it doesn't make a difference



When the Mac's spittin, they're all gonna fit 



Into a category when I decide to stick them



Smoldering bodies of my pulverized victims







[Dook Crapmore]



Now it time to get mellow



Cuz I'm tough like old Jello- yes



Dook Crapmore



And I can see- you're back for more



Crush your head- and then choke ya



Don't look dead- I'll poke ya



Roll ya up- and then I'll smoke ya



From the start



They could tell



I'm straight from Hell



Born- with gun in fist



Found out quick- I'm easily pissed



Doctor slapped my ass and they found him dead



Raised on dirt and beer-soaked bread



Six foot tall at the age of five



No one in my town was still alive



I killed em



Meanest motherfucker that you ever will meet



As I grab your face and begin to beat



Your ass



And steal your grass



If you're lookin for your drugs?



I took em



Grabbed your beer cans



And shook em



Up



Then I chewed the face off your pit bull's pups



Whassup?



You think this mellow man is all a bluff?



How can a slow fucker be so tough?



Well drop to the floor



Cuz I killed your







Mother in the Summer,



Sister Downtown



Wife in the street



Kids at the playground



When I get to you



I'll throw you down and fuck ya



With a rugged dry hump



Try to get up but thump thump thump



I'm the Dook



Motherfuckin maniac



Memories of me, drippin from your butt crack







Slow it back down



N that was nothin



Time for me to go



With Flybot and Guy Albino



Cuz some punk we killed, I'm tryin to rebuild



Chopped off his head with a Boy Scout hatchet



Duct tape- I'm tryin to reattach it



Got myself a hammer



And got myself a nail



Fuck this- Am Goin t' Jail







[Flybot Van Damn]



You?



What the fuck ya lookin at?



Bluh?!?!



Can't ya see I gotta motherfuckin problem?



I'm on drugs- and I'm slobberin



I like to disembowel and mutilate



Me so hard I got a AK-48



I'm also skilled in martial arts, see



Jump kick put a foot up your artery



Har de Har Har I just can't seem to stop laughin



I like to break shit and [***haver havini***]



It's bafflin



How the Hell'd I get up on this scaffoldin?



Doesn't matter



Cuz Flybot's goin to jail



Goddammit better send me some fan mail



The food I get better not be stale



Like this here microphone



I think it's time I pass it, yo



To my motherfucker, Guy Albino







[Guy Albino]



Yo fuck dat, and yo fuck dis



I think it's time ya wake up and smell the piss



And just so you know who ya fuckin with?



It's Guy Albino, and you ain't shit



And you ain't shit, and you ain't shit



And you ain't shit, and you ain't shit



And if there's any motherfuckers out there that i missed?



You ain't shit, and your dog ain't shit



I got ten pit bulls on one damn leash



Ready to chew your ass cheeks like raw meat



And when I'm through? You'll wish you was dead



And if you don't? Well then I'll still go ahead



And kill you



Leave you lyin there until you



Commence to rot and start smellin like mildew



Just like a Indian doin a rain dance



I jump up and down on your head and do a brain dance, punk



Ya jerk-ass dork



I'm runnin through Hell with your mom on my pitchfork



I rain on your parade



I shit on your picnic



I'll break my foot in your ass like a toothpick



And then I'll sit back and have a big shrimp cocktail



Cuz Am Goin T'Jail







[Flybot Van Damn, Guy Albino]



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