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Black Acid- Trippy like black magik, black matches, burning mutha fuckas like fat asses. Wine glasses full of whiskey n vodka, fuckin creepy shit. White like crack rock, Im runnin with a hatchet, Tossin sides, JRB don’t fuck with me. Wicked Clown love is a must, disrespect my colors, end up in the dust. Pour my dead homies a drank, fire up some dank. Jump on the track Homie the Juggalos are back, we tokin something fierce. I promise I wont bite *Evil Laughter of HangMan* So long as ya name aint Shady, or better yet. Slim Anus, he aint us, he yellin “Fuck I.C.P, buy my C.D.” I’m steady waitin in behind, waitin for him to pass me in line, in my hand there be a Nine. The shit im bout to spit is creepy as fuck. I pistol whipped his ass n stole a pick up truck, dumped his lame ass frame in the bed, my brother steady callin my name *It’s HangMan!* I took the noose from around his neck, replaced it tightly and made Eminem gag. Blind folded his ass with a punks blood red rag. I tied bitch boy Shady 2 the back of the truck, The punk slipped on his faggot SlipKnot mask, I poked him in the eyes steady bustin shots at his feet watchin him dance. The faggot in the truck stood up in the bed, Guess what he said? “I’ve never had a fan be so rough, just to see my dick prance!” I jumped up in the truck n kicked him in the face, started beatin his ass just show him his place. Smashed his face against the glass, he started screamin like a bitch “You smeared my make up!” He tried clawin like a preppy slut, I chopped him with a hatchet straight up the butt. He went to touch my paint so I shot his fuckin hand. Kicked him in the rips and stomped on his jaw. Fucked up his face n started the bookin down the block speedin to the lake bein chased by the law. Em tried yellin but mumbled cause I broke his fuckin jaw. He started wavin like a crazy may at the pigs. I took my hands off the wheel n let it ghost ride, sat up on the door A-K with my black rag round the fuckin clip. Lickin off shots with deadly aim. Now there all fucked cuz we on Juggalo ground. HangMan drove beside me in a fuckin Escalade, Started shoutin “fuck you doin my man?” “Just tryin get paid, the price on Slim Anus’s head is hella large, runnin from the pigs cuz I aint catchin anotha case Espicaly if it’s a homicide charge!” I ran the red light me and my brother lookin out for one another. Doin 120, gas pedal straight mashin, runnin over preppy bitches. Slaughter is my passion, This is my story. So don’t be a trick. My name is Black Acid and this is my Tripp.

(This song is dedicated to the one Ninja thats had my back since DAY ONE!

This dudes been there thick n thin,

yeah we had our fights and bouts and doubts.

But we still the best of friends, JUGGALO HOMIES!

This songs dedicated to Brian Krizan! AKA HangMan ThaExecutiona!)







(Verse1)

you know its ride or die my nigga,

Aint gonna heasitate when i squeeze that trigga.

give us a fifth of rum and an ounce of weed,

Shit my nigga what else do we need?

I know exactly what,

Our axes and hatchets,

Now add a bangin' CD from the Pyschopathic!

This flows hella bold,

let this story be told,

Two Ninjalo's bound together by the hands of fate

Met in an art class with a nigga whos is livin' in florida to this date

I been there for you when you had a ton on ya plate,

Now all im askin' is for you to listen to these words

Imma show you full love, not two thirds.

Dedication to the fullest i swear to you bro

Hard work and Much fuckin' clown love i definatly bring to tha show

I know we've been through alot

But i bet you Shangri-La's the fuckin' vacation spot

Come on man jump up in the ride it aint time to die

Faygo for all! Let yo cups neva be dry.

When we rollin through town bumpin' Tech N9ne

We start rappin to the verse, My voice and yours as one combine

Wicked Maifa till the death i swear to you that

Fuck the haters man knock 'em out watch 'em fall flat







(Chorus)

Dedication N hard work

This chorus alones art, a literary work

Haters in the dark they lurk

I handled it bro these fuckas i shall murk

Trust me on these haters ill go fuckin' berserk

Imma clown these haters like im in a cirque







(Verse2)

Imma preach this Dark lyrical shit like im on some missionary work

Step on a bitches shoes in the club "fuckin' jerk!"

Got yo back no matter what

Drop a hater quicker then a done cigarette butt

Its Black Acid spittin bout his Brotha HangMan

We destined to be bigger then the Bank of Japan

I gotta design in my mind and you intertwined

I stand with my back against the wind

Leave our fans with my words in they mind

Me and my nigga ThaExecutiona pot smokin

These haters betta stop provokin

For I drop 'em witta meat cleaver

They be on our nuts like a fuckin' labrador retrever







(Chorus)

Dedication N hard work

This chorus alones art, a literary work

Haters in the dark they lurk

I handled it bro these fuckas i shall murk

Trust me on these haters ill go fuckin' berserk

Imma clown these haters like im in a cirque









(Verse 3)

You aint gotta worry bout a nigga actin' hard

Imma slam that nigga like a assassin tryin to run through this security guard

Smack 'em upside the head witta glock

Spin that shit like a combination lock

Hurry up quick, run this nigga needs help

Imma pit bull these haters a whelp make that pup yelp

Bark on the track to let 'em know our bites big

Put em in the hole thats a six foot dig

Pit bull bites at the goat

right for the throat

aimed for tha murda of this biggot billy goat

We irritate these haters like a fuckin disease

Make 'em cough put 'em at unease







(End Chorus)

Through thick n thin my nigga

I wont heasitate to pull the trigga

Got ya back till the end

Fight for you always my ninja

Much clown love.