Mike E. Clark - Terrible lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J] Oh my god! look at that turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took a black thing and went thump That's terrible! We heard about it for months What about that one nobody guy that they found? Dead in the gra** with his, dick in his a** Plus there was more but you won't recall Because Micheal Jackson squeezed up on some little kids balls What you consider...Drama Ain't all that, it's just that you're whack With your intergalactic satellite data compress But we can't feed the homeless And then OJ's whack story unfolded And everybody watched that while Oklahoma exploded 900 good reasons why this world really don't care That's what it costs for a wheelchair! [Hook] What you know 'bout terrible? [You don't know what's terrible] (x2) And she's so terrible you gotta beat her you b**h a** whack motherf**er! [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] Lordy-Lord we got a protest that Some rock & roll ninja bit the head off a rat Let's march in his concert, and chant him to hell Cos he's so f**ing terrible Meanwhile his records sales double and triple Cos of you worryin' about him rubbing his nipple Religious? sh**, you helped them bands Instead of helping them poor people eating out of them garbage cans When you're done with them b**h, come protest me sh**, motherf**er I could use some money The whole world was crying when Kurt went ko-bang! When Eazy-E died though, it wasn't no thang Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shotgun, a hero is made Maybe I should do that sh** so J can get paid [Hook] Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too you drunk motherf**er Rebel Flag (Repeated) In your schools In your parks In your courtrooms In your hearts Stood for slavery Stood for war Stood for hatred but you just go ahead and hang your flag up some more! [Don't worry about my goddamn flag, what's terrible is you damn rappers Cursing] [Verse 3] The country we live in was built by slaves Beat down and murdered and stuffed in their graves You put a slave owner on the one dollar bill And you wanna know why I k** people? Bombs are blowing up, cops are corrupt And all you care about is who the president f**ed? You don't know terrible... you will As soon as our wagons come over the hill! [Hook Repeats]