Fuck Off and Die
Two Dope Lyrics

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death.
Outrageous and emphatic demand to execute someone.

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
2 Dope announces his presence with a vulgar metaphor to describe his fresh energy, but also states he will not back down from his style. He dismisses those who imitate him, particularly women rappers and the genre itself as foolishness.

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?
He warns fans who falsely claim to be like him, that they don't belong. Persons who do not respect him will receive violence. He compares his CDs to delicious cookies which fans try and bite off, but he is out of reach for comparison. He warns fans they will face physical violence from him if they get into his personal space. He figuratively rebuffs fans with vulgarity and challenges those who question him to confront him.

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 is the hook and the central theme of the song, thanking but refusing persons outside his fan base, perceived weaklings, and inexperienced persons from associating with his style. In essence, they can go away.

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 dress code, I swing my balls Fuck your restrooms, I'm pissing 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
2 Dope declares he doesn't need any accouterments for his performance, particularly a band. He illustrates that his unique style attracts various types of women who are attracted to his performances. Anyone attempting to take away from his performance gets physically assaulted. He rebuffs any social prescriptions for his attire or behavior, particularly regarding restrooms. He disparages security service providers and how they handle crowds. He identifies himself as Shaggs the Clown and makes light of the act of separating heads from the body. He reinforces his vulgarity by highlighting his performance association with individuals society would describe as mentally handicapped.

CAN WE GET A WITNESS?!(x6)
He rallying his fan base and asks them for an indication of their support as he prepares to climax 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!
He warns those who criticize his work or those who try to stop him or get in his way. He masterfully executes his style in a way that brilliantly flows through different styles. His sarcastic wrangle with hypothetical interruptions or challenges and challenges his persona's fan. He calls himself the Southwest Strangler, who can kill almost at his will, and he rebuffs females and their perceived greed for his wealth. He brags about his style and how he leaves an impact.

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)
2 Dope reiterates the hook, increasing the frequency of the statement by stating it four times at the end of the song.

Hehehehehehhoohohooo
A laugh that cements that 2 Dope is unapologetic and will not change his style.