| Me and my scarecrow homie headed down the trail | 
| A wicked clown impaled somebody bound to fail | 
| They tried to hoe us and throw us a curve | 
| Man I don’t know | 
| It’s more curves in this road than up in Anna Nicole’s fat ass | 
| Walkin down the road, we played kick the can | 
| And we thuggin', juggalug, buggin' on bammer | 
| God damn it strange planet, can’t stand it | 
| Tryin to find the wizard in this candyland | 
| It’s lunatic stompin' in my Air Force Ones | 
| But they scuffed on, hit em' with the blue and green mud | 
| At least you got something on em' | 
| Try using hay | 
| I’m losing my shit | 
| I’m getting shorter along the way | 
| Shit put on one of mine, you can hop that ass | 
| Nobody fucking move I want your money and cash | 
| Don’t even fuckin' turn around, don’t look back smiling | 
| Damn it, even in Oz they thug whilin' | 
| You ain’t safe | 
| Ain’t no one safe | 
| You’ve fallen victim to thug whilin' | 
| Even in your sleep and in your nightmares | 
| You ain’t safe | 
| Ain’t no one safe | 
| You’ve fallen victim to thug whilin' | 
| Killers on the creep is what your life is | 
| I’m made out of metal and aluminum foil | 
| They call me Tin Tizzy | 
| I drink 40s of motor oil | 
| Which one a y’all holdin' | 
| You got weed | 
| And all the folks around here smoke stems and seeds | 
| And I need a little bit of that shit you got | 
| Keep lookin forward or one a y’all are gettin shot | 
| This is my part of the brick road | 
| I’m painted chrome | 
| If ya step in my zone then your shit is gettin stole | 
| You say | 
| We ain’t safe | 
| Ain’t no one safe | 
| We’ve fallen victim to thug whilin' | 
| Even in our sleep and in our nightmares | 
| We ain’t safe | 
| Ain’t no one safe | 
| We’ve fallen vicitim to thug whilin' | 
| Killers on the creep is what our life is | 
| «Yo, scarecrow» | 
| «What up, dawg» | 
| «This is bullshit, I ain’t even seen his ass» | 
| «You better pull quick, cuz I ain’t got shit out here as it is» | 
| «So leave us the fuck alone and go rob the wiz» | 
| Yeah, he gots a Mercedes stretch Hummer navi-bus | 
| All we got is this bammer and you fuckin with us | 
| I turned around | 
| What the fuck you ain’t even got a gun | 
| I know, you think maybe the wizard got one | 
| Man, I can’t even believe this shit crow | 
| A tin man at that with no strap | 
| What you know about heavy metal fool | 
| A big gun | 
| I was just warming for when I really do get one | 
| Take me with you to the wizard of all | 
| So I can get mine too | 
| I’m tryin to ride with y’all | 
| What you think scarecrow | 
| We got the same paint on so that’s cool | 
| But we all should remember the rule | 
| We ain’t safe | 
| Ain’t no one safe | 
| We fallen victim to thug whilin | 
| Even in our sleep and in our nightmares | 
| We ain’t safe | 
| Ain’t no one safe | 
| We’ve fallen victim to thug whilin' | 
| Killers on the creep is what our life is |