Fuck Off!
2 Dope Lyrics

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death.
Starting off strong, expressing the desire to kill and put someone to death.

Guess who's back in this bitch again With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin I'm 2 Dope Switch my shit up, no For these hands to grope hoes, and bitches hoe Now everybody thinks their shits the wickedest Them hoes spittin wicked shit is ridiculous Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies From Sicily, France, back to Bangladesh Ain't no fuckin' body bout to hang with this Fans get punched in the head with a bass Drop rhyme after rhyme, headbuttin your face Fuck off, this shot, spin my nuts Ya'll be suckin more dick than sluts I'm crackin this CD in half with the scrubness Now fuck the fuck off, who finna bump this?
Asserting dominance with a confident return, calling out others for biting their style and claiming to be the wickedest. Bragging about fans getting punched and rhymes being dropped while criticizing those who don't appreciate the music. Essentially saying 'get lost and stop copying us.'

Chorus: (x2) This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off) This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off) This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)
The chorus emphasizes the exclusionary nature of the music, telling those who are not true fans to leave and that it's not for the faint of heart. The song is for the true fans who appreciate the lyrical darkness and horror themes.

I don't need a fuckin band for my beats Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks The stage, the mic, and a Juggalo army Hoes climb up and try to grind on me Any dumb freak tryin'a steal my stage Gets punched in the ass and kicked in the face Fuck your dresscode, I swing my balls Fuck your restrooms, I'm pissin on walls Securities look like weak ass wrestlers Pettin' kids down like child molesters I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm Shaggs the Clown We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks In the little yellow bus, packed full of retards And we off the charts, under the radar Deep in the dumpster where the real Juggalos are
Boasting about being able to handle everything on his own without the need for a band. Talking about his dedicated fan army, and how people try to steal his fame but are met with physical force. Disregarding rules about clothing and washrooms, and disrespecting the security who he sees as weak. Bragging about his association with Shaggs the Clown and causing chaos by cutting people's heads off and dragging them around. It's clear the song is for those who embrace outrageous personalities and behavior.

CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)
A call to the listener to acknowledge and affirm the sentiments being expressed in the song.

Diss my shit and get shot in the back You ain't gonna be the first bitch I smacked The clown walk boogie, I mastered the move Cuttin through wiggies with somethin' to prove On who? Us? Me? Shit, please Lick these You're a Shaggamaniac, you can't ignore me And tell your mom to fuckin fuck off for me Fuck these hoes, they tryina take riches I'm the Southwest Strangla, windpipe tangala I'm gone too fast, with a ninja poof Skeet on your face is the only proof Fuck Off! That is what I tell the Earth I've been runnin with the Hatchet from the day of my birth So who the fuck you think you're fuckin with? YOU CAN FUCK THE FUCKIN' FUCK OFF, BITCH!
Warning those who criticize their work will be met with violent retaliation, followed by more boasting about their abilities to cut down those who challenge them. Calling upon their fans to confront the haters while insisting that they cannot be ignored. Expressing anger towards those who try and benefit from their success, and reaffirming their status as Southwest Strangla. Threatening again with violent ejaculatory force as the only proof of their skill. Essentially saying 'Who do you think you're dealing with? Screw off!'

Chorus: (x4) This shit ain't for pussy heads (So fuck off) This ain't for you rookie kids (Fuck the Fuck Off) Bloody creatures carve your head out (So fuck off) This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)
The chorus is repeated, solidifying the notion that the music is only for the true fans who can handle the darkness and horror themes. The language is vulgar and exclusionary, emphasizing the aggressive and violent nature of 2 Dope's music.