[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

“665 ways to die. Choose one!”

”Wicked Clowns!”

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

A mother fuckin’ nine iron, bitch (Fore!)

I said a nine iron‚ bitch (Way!)

Your brain’s oozed right out the crack in your skull

Where I crack that shit (I smack that shit)

I got that rattlesnake bite (Sweet!)

A venomous rattlesnake bite (Woo!)

Pit dug in my basement full of ‘em bitches

I do murder right (Yeah!)

A fuckin’ roman candle (Ha!)

Bitch boy‚ a roman candle (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Light it with a zippo‚ shove that shit down your throat

Flammable (throat, flammable)

A hammer and nail

Ordinary hammer and nail (Get ‘em!)

Tie you up in a chair, nail that windpipe shut

You thinkin’ stale! (Ha ha ha!)

[Chorus]

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)

All mine (All mine)

Still chillin’ zipped up in plastic

And kept up as ashes

It’s time (It’s time)

Your time (Your time)

[Verse 2: Project Born]

I’m talkin’ duct tape‚ you bitch

Yeah, I’m screamin’ out duct tape, you bitch

Put your body in the river where nobody else can hear you

Now you’re swimming with the fish‚ stupid bitch

Yeah, I’m talkin’ about shotgun shells

Yeah, I’m talkin’ about shotgun shells

Mother fucker, you die when you fuckin’ with the Born Dead Three

Sendin’ y’all straight to Hell

Let’s count ‘em. Say, one, two, three

Let’s count ‘em. Say, one, two, three

Freak hoes in my bed, now they wanna give me head

Now they wanna meet the homies, ICP

Yeah, I’m rollin’ with the killers and thugs

Yeah, I’m rollin’ with the killers and thugs

They creep up on you with a fuckin’ chainsaw

Stickin’ that bitch right to your mug

[Chorus]

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)

All mine (All mine)

Still chillin’ zipped up in plastic

And kept up as ashes

It’s time (It’s time)

Your time (Your time)

[Post-Chorus]

You can’t fight it, be delighted

That you’re findin’ it ever so wickedly

“Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!”

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]

A toilet, you bitch (Yeah!)

Yeah, ho, a toilet, you bitch (Get down!)

Load that shit up all week, never flush (Get down!)

Drown your head in that shit

A fuckin’ shopping cart (“Huh?”)

A Kroger shopping cart

Smoke this much meth, ‘cause I can ‘en beat you

With a Goddamn shopping cart!

A Mr. Socko puppet (Ha ha!)

A Mr. Socko puppet (Yeah!)

Southwest strangle you dead in a Mandible Paw

With a one-handed grip (Come on!)

King Kong, mother fucker!

King Kong, mother fucker!

By the time I’m done havin’ fun

You’ll beg for King Kong, mother fucker!

[Chorus]

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)

All mine (All mine)

Still chillin’ zipped up in plastic

And kept up as ashes

It’s time (It’s time)

Your time (Your time)

[Post-Chorus]

You can’t fight it, be delighted

That you’re findin’ it ever so wickedly

“Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!”

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)

[Verse 4: Project Born]

I’m a girl, no strap with a brick

Never rock with the all-white brick

Lace it with anthrax, everybody on they back

And they ‘bout to die in this bitch

I’ma come with a bottle of hen

A real big bottle of hen

Sneak up in a hospital, run it through your IV

While you flatline with grin (“Let me switch it up”)

There’s a million ways to die. Choose one

If you take one of mine, you got to lose one

Fuck that shit, you got to lose all

Go [?] on these fools and buy ‘em in the wall

Come on, people, let’s play a game like Saw

Grab a couple [?] and make ‘em run up in ‘em raw

[?] down to 20 times in a stall

Quickly [?] and everybody gonna fall

[Chorus]

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)

All mine (All mine)

Still chillin’ zipped up in plastic

And kept up as ashes

It’s time (It’s time)

Your time (Your time)

[Post-Chorus]

You can’t fight it, be delighted

That you’re findin’ it ever so wickedly

“Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!”

My killin’ techniques and tactics

Keep fillin’ up caskets

You’re mine (You’re mine)