I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you canÂ’t paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckinÂ’ nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadnÂ’t no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckinÂ’ sucked
But you news wouldnÂ’t know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
IÂ’m a cut your daddyÂ’s neck, you little fuckinÂ’ nerd
I donÂ’t give a fuck where youÂ’re from boy
So donÂ’t tell me cuz I donÂ’t give a fuck
ItÂ’s all about whatÂ’s going on in your head
Do or donÂ’t you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it donÂ’t bother you
Do or donÂ’t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it donÂ’t bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cuz somehow thereÂ’s another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
IÂ’m a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed thereÂ’s another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies
But IÂ’m straight with that
Just donÂ’t be leaving your guts in my car nÂ’ shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I canÂ’t do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
IÂ’m gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it donÂ’t bother you
Do or donÂ’t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it donÂ’t bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

Yeah, dead bodies man
They ainÂ’t so bad
I mean theyÂ’re all over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they donÂ’t be fuckinÂ’ with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker donÂ’t be nothing like your daddy
Cuz heÂ’s nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it donÂ’t work like that
Knock at your door and itÂ’s me running slug bat
IÂ’m a stick it to your fuckinÂ’ nugget
About seventeen times and youÂ’re gonna love it motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who canÂ’t make endÂ’s meat
You donÂ’t know now but thatÂ’s the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cuz IÂ’m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it donÂ’t bother you
Do or donÂ’t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it donÂ’t bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

Well, ya know Violent JÂ’s kinda wicked
If thereÂ’s a booger in my nose IÂ’m a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ainÂ’t jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsac

Well, IÂ’m Shaggy and IÂ’m in the house
You donÂ’t think so, IÂ’ll put a brick in your mouth
CanÂ’t nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight hick town

Well, ya know IÂ’m coming straight from the trailor park
ThatÂ’s me out front working on the Skylark
IÂ’m waiting on a check, I donÂ’t cut the grass
And my womanÂ’s got babies falling all out her ass

IÂ’ll be running with the carnival until IÂ’m eighty
And tonight IÂ’m going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ainÂ’t saying shit about a wooden titty