Mighty Mote

[Intro]
Today's story is sponsored by Psychopathic Records. ICP is back to make evil dicks cry. This story highlights why people love revenge

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Born and raised with nothin' at all but floob luck
My entire life stank, fuck, it's like my shit stuck
Each and every fuckin' day suck, a redneck named Buck
Fucks my mom but he's a fake fuck, his beer can chucked
Hits my forehead, wake up, the fat pig drunk
Don't wanna call him dad, he make us
Get in Pa's truck, time for school, you don't take us
I'll ride the damn bus, I ain't never been late once
"Well, leave early thеn, 'cause shit, your mama bust a great nut
Now get, boy"

[Interlude 1]
Am I? Ain't this somе bullshit. What happens next?

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Man, I hate the bus, the bus driver, and all the bus riders
I especially hate Nick the fuckin' prick beside us
He yells "Move!" slaps my lid off at some kid behind us
Who gets so mad, he tells and goes home with a swelled-up shiner
And if that dick Nick forgets his chick is quick to remind him
They ditch our shit out the back window, slips our books and binders
I heard they may have 69'd in a cinemaplex recliner
And his phone got pics of a Pringles can to the lid up in her vagina

[Interlude 2]
Ha ha ha!

[Verse 3: Violent J]
Got to school with all of them
Jocks, gays, goths, chills, gangbangers, and others
Rockers, skaters, emo trippers, all hate the Mouth Brothers
The feardest, weirdest, most revered, were shucked and mirrored
Dick's beard was long and pointy, while Skeet's was squared
I'm sellin' pot in a jar with a knot in my palm, in came
Dick and Skeet Mouth, I got swirly'd and beat down
Surely I will retreat now, still blurry, in defeat, wow
What worries me is somehow it'll all repeat again tomorrow
God damn it

[Interlude 3]
Dude, your life sucks

[Verse 4: Violent J, Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
The bed hits my wall all night as Buck is fuckin' my mom
(Oh!) Ignore it, readin' a comic book
I see the heroes, defeatin' crooks
I thought about suicidin' it, but who am I to quit
That'd be like me straight as a razor ridin' a dick
I peeped this ad in the back: Need revenge?
There's ten thousand ways, within the Mighty Mote, you'll be amazed
Bullies kickin' sand in your face? Then just delete 'em!
Defeat 'em, beat 'em, shit, you can cook 'em and eat 'em
Are you a wimp, a shrimp, a simp with a limp?
Send six sixty-five to Mighty Moe plus a dime to ship
I hit accept and fell out dreamin' of killin' them dorks
Woke up with a box on my chest, straight from the Yum Yum Fun Corp
Ripped it open, it's a- what is it? A remote control!
Aimed it for the wall and hit send and blew an open hole
Morning jogger out there, stunned, I rewinded his ass
He ran backwards three times as fast
I'ma have a blast

[Interlude 4]
Revenge. Those people, I'll get 'em. Revenge is mine

[Verse 5: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Takin' my life back, this mother fucker Buck's way fat
I'll cut him no slack, on the toilet where he stay at
I'm pressin' plus, zap, he's gettin' bigger, hear the weight crack
The floorboards snap! "I should cut back on the late snacks
I'm like an Amtrak", he stuck in the door, the frame crack
Keep hittin' plus, zap, he's so big, [?] strain back
Can't hold 'em all back, he reached a point he can't remain at
And finally went splat, all over the block it rain fat
Sweet!

[Interlude 5]
Damn! Dude got fucked up

[Verse 6: Violent J]
With this fuckin' Mighty Mote I could destroy the whole fuckin' bus
The bus driver, and the bus riders
Instead I'm only killin' Nick and his dumb bitch beside us
He yelled "Move!" but I stayed in place
Then aimed and flipped the channel, turned his head into a scrotum with his face
The Mighty Mote has one red button, an exclamation point
Aimed it for his bitch's neden, it didn't disappoint
Her pussy hole became a suction machine
Her feet and legs flew up her neden and left her folded like a chicken wing

[Interlude 6]
*Laughing*

[Verse 7: Violent J]
Finally got to school with them
Jocks, gays, goths, chills, gangbangers and others
Told 'em all, tell the Mouth Brothers they dead mother fuckers
The feardest, weirdest, most revered, were shucked and mirrored
Dick and Skeet Mouth about to be smeared, deleted, and cleared
In the John, Mighty Mote in my palm, in came Dick and Skeet Mouth
I paused 'em, kicked 'em both in the balls some, give 'em each a beatdown
I turned they volumes down 'til they was four inches tall
Unpaused 'em, scooped 'em up and flushed 'em down the shittiest stall

[Outro]
*Laughing*