This is an interlude dissing some fat dude from a group called Homicide Projekt. They're ICP fans and call themselves Juggalos and Ninjas and all that gay shit.
Gangsta shit, bitch!
Just fuckin around.
Story behind the song
They're some fags
Lyrics
I'm a fan of ICP, so I call myself a juggalo/
But everybody seems to think I look just like a buffalo/
Rhymes are busted-slow, wishin I could fuck-a-hoe/
But I gotta lift my massive gut, just to get my nuts-to-show/
Ahh god damn it, I'm attackin food just like-a-savage/
I'm avoidin Atkins, eatin candy bars by-the-package/
I'ma run up in your house, cuz I'm down for takin-shit/
Raid-the-fridge, takin everything from fruit to bacon-bits/
The food is what I came-to-get, dominating steak-&-grits/
And if I run up on you, all you gonna see is shakin-tits/
Mouth full of potato-chips, aint no time-for-regret/
I get an F on raps, that's also the size-of-my-breasts/
I wish I kicked sick raps like Fatal-and-cASER/
But I'm phony as fuck, and shit I can't-go-no-faker/
Yeah I'm whack but still act like I can rap-though/
Never had pussy so I turned to the crew for asshole/
