Letra da Música: Ain't Yo Bidness - Icp

[intro:] rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown love to chicago juggalos
We underground like blaze
My dead homie
And yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
We don't die
We dead

[violent j:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like ' stab your fuckin eye'
Maybe i like eatin shit like tylenol pm's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out (pah)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads ' i had to let some anger out' (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (my boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste

[chorus:]
Aint yo bidness
How i act!
Aint yo bidness
Dont get slapped!
Aint yo concern
What we do
Less you want yo
Face slapped too!

[violent j:]
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (puh! bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a missy elliot before a tony... 'braxton'
Maybe i would rather fuck a mecy grey before a janet... 'jackson'
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts 'oh' (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, i'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed ' you should try suicide'
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (double a yall)
Is pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (i gotta sit down)

[chorus:]
Aint yo bidness
How i act!
Aint yo bidness
Dont get slapped!
Aint yo concern
What we do
Less you want yo
Face slapped too!