Lyrics:

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me

I was the first to put it down, reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns
Kickin' the gangsta sounds, strictly keep it underground
Lotus in the family, you now how we do
Coming for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you
Record sales don't make you bulletproof, big time
And we both know you don't be doin' that shit that's in your rhymes
You ain't a G like me, you ain't the thug I be
You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV
Where you're motherfuckin' trees, always asking for smoke
Ain't it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc's
That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat
Whoever think he the shit, tryna claim my territory
I'm a motherfuckin' G with heaters loaded and cocked
You's a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocks
Bitch break yourself, for everything and then some
Hold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me

Never ever was I a bitch hoe, you can put that on my ten-fo'
Ma pop Grundy and 'em know I sicko
Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper
Known to bring drama somethin' proper
Check nuts, Colton Grundy got handles, I got the J
So when I'm spitin' from the big oh line, nuts in your face
Dead homie on a ho-port, smokin' a Newport
Spitin' at the bitches, and bumpin' that new Too Short (Like this!)
Life is nothin' I can even they to relate to
For real though, bein' dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world, is my music to play
So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang
And all the thugs that wit' me, throw your shit in the air
And wave those motherfuckers side to side, like you don't care
And if you feelin' like I'm feelin', then it's plainy clear
'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chillin' in here

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me

It's me and Blaze, drunk drivin' in an Eighty Seven Cutlass
Takin' turns at the wheel while the other claps, motherfuckers
*Gunshot* You're chick, I'm dickin' that, wicked shit, I'm kickin' that
I'm hittin' with the quickness, life's stinkin', where the chickens at?
You made a wrong turn comin' down my block
I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock
Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got
Mr. Dead Folx sparkin' at the burial spot
We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Mars
Get your wig spilt, by forty Juggalo rap stars
A little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (Yes)
I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody
I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dying day
On tour smokin' bud, and eatin' at the Flyin' J
Look me up under 'Juggla' and you'll find my name
And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame, muthafucka!

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash, it's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be actin' like you don't see me, believe me man you don't know me

Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx
Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx
Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx
Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx (Believe me man you don't know me)
Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx
Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx
Mr. Dead Folx, Mr. Dead Folx
Mr. Dead Folx, M-Mr-Mr. Dead Folx (Believe me man you don't know me)