Just a good ol' boy Never meaning no harm Some of you motherfuckers know me You say "that's Joe Bruce, my neighborhood homie!" Trying to come up, trying to be a rap star But these bass-ment tapes ain't going far I ain't trying to be famous, I ain't trying to be rich All I'm trying to do, is stick my dick in your bitch See me at the ??? rim shooting hoops ???????? Yea I'm jacking beats, I ain't afraid to say it Them motherfuckers riding in jail any fucking way But I don't need to hear you say it You don't like my shit, don't fucking play it
Hey J, your tape is weak Now your eyes swelled shut, and your missing teeth This is a homemade motherfucking bass-ment track I ain't a superstar, so get the fuck off my nutsack!
Set It Off
(Bass-ment Cuts)
Alright, eh 2 Dope turn up the echo And I know I’m good for one of them , ol ass , funky mojo beats Alright, so let's set it off Violent J with the pull to the ghetto set it on a brick suck a dick Cause your fucking soft They all say Violent J ain't with it When you was rolling with your dad, your momma let me suck her titty Fools always talk shit get beat And if I’m out numbered, theres a 9 in the back seat Cause when I’m feeling like a mack dad In the trunk of my ride I got weapons Id’a never had And I just start gunning them down A blast in the car, now everybody’s running around And there's always them bitches that are screaming Some fool turned his back wishing he were dreaming If anybodys listening down south Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth Keep stringing on your banjo cause we don’t like that shit where I come from bro NWA thought the boy Ice Cube yo, you kinda sound like Barry motherfucking Manalo Why do you call yourself a nigger, I ask you? That’s the only type of bullshit that you can lay tracks to Short nappy haired motherfuckers Your shit sound like you got your beat from my Nintendo game Yo, when I posse up in valario, I got bitches on my dick like I'm driving a Fereriae Well I guess it’s cause I’m sorta famous I’m sending out dope shit, how the fuck can ya blame them? When the fucking bitches come and drive by Lifting up their shirts and letting tittys fly Like I really wanna see the shit, a drunk ass slut and her fucking titty And when it comes down to the sex part, they say love shit and try to soften my heart But a bitch will always give more head, with a cold double barrel pressed against their forhead That’s the way to get it done around here In my neck of the woods I'd never met fear Me and the boys the rumbling We always drop the hoes, even though I might be fumbling You know Violent J won’t slip, yo G, they hate his I Q-tip, Cause his punk ass went ahead and sold out Now his family’s at the funeral, and he’s getting rolled out And everybody’s fake crying Cause nobody really gives a fuck of him dying There rolling hp’s It’ll never end Cause I saw Johnny butt fucking one of his friends So there on my case about it Because I told everyone he likes to suck a good dick Now were all gripping in a 68 bucket Seen a fine bitch, but I said fuck it Cause I know how that story goes First she buys me dinner, then I fuck that hoe But I was in a hurry to get down town A yo Mexican festival, you don’t wanna miss the show With brews and faygo We was chilling too much never stop and my homie Kid Villin There's motherfuckers staring at me all night Given me a look like I was fucking his wife I didn’t know the bitch he was with, so I told him Keep staring at me and you’ll catch a bullet in your stroller But everything went cool Woulda caught him once more, Id’a took his ass to school
Lock Down (Bass-ment Cuts) Spitting and cussing, you know I’m pissed With these iron braclets on my fucking wrists And I’m headed for the county With all of you motherfuckers all around me Dressed in my original county blue From my fresh ass do rag and my rubber shoes Sixth months in a cement bedroom Make friends fast, make them fucking soon Five months left and I’m even smoking ciaggarettes like money, so I guess im broke Drop two months I’m down to four With the homies playing spades on the dirty ass floor Chilling with my home boy Bruno, hanging out at the rec we was playing UNO And this crack head’s gonna try and take my seat So I wipped his ass, and I caught another week Now I’m staring at a plastic fork, cause the next five days, I’m in the hole One month left and I’m going kinda thin And there's stubbles on my god damn chin Three days good time, I guess I lucked out My time is done, let me the fuck out No more talk of my cock down I’ma fuck me a bitch, cause I’m outta this lock down (echos off)
Bitches (Bass-ment Cuts) (baby crying) “EH, Eh, Shhh, shhh, be quiet, be quiet, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, shut up, eh shut up, eh! eh! Eh shut the fuck up, eh, eh, shut the fuck up! Eh, bitch, come here and take care of this fucking… you want me to kick…man, shut the…Shut the fuck UP! Bitches , hoes , sluts ,and skeezers Skanky ass whores, I can’t forget you neither You can say I’m degrading towards women But they always seem to let me travel up in them. Will I hit a woman? What you think? I’ll hit a fucking bitch like her name was Frank In the 50’s when next ya got lucky Today ya put a gun to there head and then say fuck me A motherfucker like J don’t need a gun I just wip out the pipe and I watch em run,.. up to me (to me) Saying go through me Now a month she’s at my door And the bitch is trying to sue me You know I ain't having that bullshit So I sent the bitch home with a fat lip V-I-O-L-E-N-T dump dump, you can’t even fuck with me Outta women I respect just a choosen few And one of them bitches, sure the fuck ain’t you Pimping, playing, halling, balling, bitches by the dozens Like Jeff Allen and his fucking cousin Stacks and stacks so many to pick from Calling them up so we can go and dick them Driving to my house during the talk zone And then after I hit, I’ll make your ass walk home Your crying but I think it’s kinda funny That I wouldn’t give your ass no bus money At night I have dreams that I’m waxing Super star, freaky ass, big butt Janet Jackson I don't even need to tell ya what I’d do to her I’d come at her so fast my dick would go clean through her I’d fuck her sister, her aunt, and her mother The only Jackson that I wouldn't fuck is her brother. But I cant have Janet so I’ll take what I can get A strung out, ragged on crack head bitch And they bodies so shitty Skinny as fuck, and she only goy one titty I’m headed to the suburbs to find some So I brung along my boys to help me grind them Bitches, bitches, bitches, and more Rapping with a bitch at the grocery store The way she talked gave me an erection So you know I had to fuck her in the meat section I gave that bitch all that I got She had her eyes closed so I fucked her with a lamb chop Nobody can mack like J does I’d fuck a gril that’s sober, leave her with a buzz I’m gonna get me a bitch from Thailand Cause bitches down there dude is straight as a man You, there's bitches here are to fucking said Come home and find your freak in the sack with your dad Saying they were lonely and needed to be held Fuck off bitch that’s why your eye got swelled Yeah you beat her ass something crazy You woulda killed her ass, but you was kinda lazy Every time I see a bitch she’s always crying That’s why the main fucking reason that the fists are always flying Cause you aint a god damn baby no more So why don’t you grow the fuck up, you sorry ass fucking whore If you drive a piece of shit and your not rich Than you gots no women, explain that bitch That’s why I always dig the crack heads Cause them bitches think your rich as long as you ain’t dead Yo, I’s got no problem anyway I can have any bitch cause I’m Violent J So before you make that hitch Be sure it ain't with that average bitch (echo) “Man look at that skank over there, have you ever seen an uglier bitch in your life man ? It looks like somebody socked her in her fucking face with a bag of fucking rocks, man look at that….Eh, bitch you look like you got hit by a train hoe…Eh, fuck you, come here and suck my nuts bitch…That bitch’s crawling off the streets man ,hoe, Eh..eh bitch get the fuck off my car..fucking skank, look at that..Eh bitch you ever been smacked before hoe?.. Let me..you hoe fucking ass.”
Insian Like (Bass-ment Cuts) (tapping, snoring, noises) “Who’s that tapping at my window?!!….Ahhhh! Ughh.” (listen to the bass) Get the beat to the nation, yeah I go blank September I grip my shank I’m spending so sweet, to take death to the bank The guardian angel must have fell from my sholder Cause day by day night by night, I’m getting colder Demented psychopath, cause I’m a mental case Smile when the blood squirt on my face When I’m stabbing some fool and his gun To me it’s good as sex, so I nut Amnesia, it’s always the same I can slide a family then forget my name It don’t matter, it comes back to me As soon as I waste another family Homocide victim family members cry Those motherfuckers always catch my eye Look them up, you know what I’m thinking about Violent J’s gonna start head shrinking Yea, go to the house and knock on the door Clench my fist and cold glocked the whore Rape the bitch , and tell a nasty lie Whip out my shank and cut her eye I’m down about liking to use handcuffs Cut off her titties and use them for earmuffs Split personalities and ny head keeps dancing One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson Homocide , Sucide, I’ma fucking wreck Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fucking neck Butcher, I’m slicing and dicing Cut off your head and serve it with rice and side dishes I’m a god damn lunatic ounce and even can’t handle me cause I’m sick boy Fridays nights, I get a different kinda throw Fuck women I fucking kill I’m a racist, I like an innocent victim If shes old and weak, then I’ll stick them Slither scope and dope when I reach my hand in her I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner It became my meal because my head is twiztid Cuts to and ass because I’m a fucking psychopath, psychodellic My head feels as the boss, just my thoughts will make you want to fall The last I take I feel good on my brain Cause I’m motherfucking ass bitch god damn insane When I was in school, I knew I was sick When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out I missed a robin toot and my mind is bent outta proportion My blood is scorching, throw me a flame thrower, and I’ma start torching Innocent people , whoever’s deranged hat full of suckers and I’m drawing names Kids used to laugh, they’d call me names Now I’m ringin the blood out their mother fuckin brains, spear Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy Rip you in half cause I’m a god damn crazy (kill….kill…. kill) Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill accused I’m safe cause the voices are real Living on the shit in Zug Island, come across to Delray, ol burn like clay Dragged them back to my underground crawlspace cut off the head But I save the face and staple guts to the wall And that’s all we know when ICP is on call
Play That Hoe (Bass-ment Cuts) Play that fucking hoe!! Excuse me bitch, I don’t mean to trouble you? Can you guess the beat? Yeah it’s EMW the Inner City Posse’s getting fucked up It’s the faygo and the OE getting sucked up Bitches put me in a bad mood Cause I was itching on my nuts, and their saying that it’s rude The hoe said that’s disgusting J Don’t worry about it bitch, cause you’ll be sucking on them anyway Mind your own sewer freak She’s storming out the house mad, and I’m staring at their butt cheeks When a bitch let's everyone hit in the butt She’s always coming back with a fat gut She’s showing pictures, then nothing was said They all know it was mine, cause the baby had a big forehead I ain’t no kinda daddy hoe I’ll be filling up his bottle with faygo You better get an abortion, no fucking doubt Or I'ma reach down your throat and pull the motherfucker out She’s bitching and bitching but I ignore it And then she’s gonna ask me to fucking pay for it? I gave the hoe an empty 12 pack Take your ass to the store and bring a 2 liter back That’s all I’ll pay for bitch, now get the fuck on hoe Stick around, I got something you can suck on, yo Rolling down west Verner it’s the same I’m getting sick of seeing mobs of these god damn names Spray painted on the walls all around you It’s a damn shame that the deli doughnuts never found you Black Counts, Young Gun, and X-men The Cobra’s will bring the 98’s down to 10 Yet the second ICP shows they face Billyclubs and handcuffs all over the place Running from the hook through the alleyway They can't catch Violent crazy ass motherfucking J But I guess I wasn’t so crazy this time Cause now I’m chilling in the back of car 49 Sitting in a bullpen I herd a switch I looked up and the cop was a fucking bitch I jumped up and quickly started fronting I said maybe we can go out for doughnuts or something She brought me convisary and extra juice If I could only get this bitch to cut me loose She snuck in one night and we started to row Next thing I know I was fucking her with my Billy club I was out the next day I called her on the phone She said hello Joe I said bitch fuck on I’m a free man now, so fuck you hoe That’s why I tried to tell ya so , yo I’m a mack daddy hoe there's no stopping me I’m playing bitches like a motherfucking game of Monopoly Take a look at my boy Nat the Mack By the time he was 12, he had your mother on her back When you were growing up thinking love notes will get her I was at home fucking my babysitter Bitch buy me a slice of Little Ceasers You bitches, hoes, sluts, and skeezers Hit it, quit it, and get away with it You’d like me to bitch so why don’t you fucking admit it I forgot your name so I’ma call ya hoe When I snap, you’ll answer to your uncle Joe Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Your hanging on my dick cause I can make ya rich Yeah okay you could stay there that night In the back with the rest of them sewer rats Well ya know we’ll fuck in my bed of course But then I’ll keep you in the back like a fucking horse I’m gonna head to the faygo store But remember homie, you gotta play that hoe Useless Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!! Ain't that right ghetto style, yeah he ha ha ha.
Ghetto Style (Bass-ment Cuts) Inner City Posse holding it down Playing that day ol’ by the pound Catch ya in the south side running things Fools are straight up living like kings In the alley roads in the dark of the night Hood rolls through trying to make things right Can’t see the ghetto last more than a while Laying clean of losers serving ghetto style Creaking on a 40 and it’s making me brave If a punk jumps up, then I’ll put him in his grave Chilling ICP on a full time basis Your crew’s getting worried I can see it on their faces Scared cause my boys just macked on your freak Drop kicked your dad and called your sister a geek Shoulda kept your mouth shut, Id’a let it pass Keep talking shit, Im’a whip ya ass Drop the pieces Quit running your lip And we’ll go head up and I’m gonna whip Your Kentucky ass straight back to the hills I be driving the car with kid Vil and Phil Your ass is lead then he laughs about it Cause in Delray a drive by ain't shit We stay to the slums Steal wine from a bum Sell dope to a bass head His money comes from an armed robbery or a BNE But how he gets his money ain't shit to me Getting laid Getting paid And my style is cold Pulling hoes in a court follow gangsta code Ghetto style the boy don’t play Killing military Southwest Delray Inner City Posse fucking shit up I drink eightball from a 40 You drink Kool-Aid from a cup Down with to much each and every other day Not the ugly girls with the saggy butts Those skanky ass hoes don’t even make me nut ICP pulling nothing but babes If the bitch ain't fucking, get the hell away Cause we ain't got time for a stingy ass bitch Only wants the money Never wants to hitch Up to one girl or 5 at that Inner City Posse on the end till the cap
The I.C.P. (Bass-ment Cuts) Ghetto style Style of the ghetto Mean one, scar faced , barbed wire, metal Going crazy Sluts are trying to fade me Yo eh, T man your girl just laid me Eh, yo the J stands for Joey Violent sorta means that I’m a motherfuckin psycho Reputation like this and on the south west side Shot 47 times and still ain't died... Pig…(echoes) Inner City Posse Hitting in the Ghetto Zone Yo with Rude Boy, and Nate the motherfucking Mack, 2 Dope, 7 up, Kid Villin (always killin) J tall, and double back round kicking shay ha, ha Lay lo, Punkin, Re-run, Mike McQuary And that noodle and neden sandwich eating motherfucker M-C-J-B-O Jason Mills the crazy ass Ireland motherfucker Fat motherfucking Ryan Big fucking rich Nate And neden colors Jumpsteady red and have year (yo) Shuferd, Valistic, greezy and Will ad, Fourth brag, my homeboys Lawernce and Shane (the undergrounds in the back G) Yo, and shouts go out to D lyrical (breaking it down till dawn) Mike D, and Chris B stole the producer off some alley (Eh now for the punk list) You punk motherfucker Q-tip, ya had to slip Oreo, we gotta twist ya in half and eat your insides out, motherfucker Swade Rap, selling out ass bitch Joe Down, Im’a pop you like the zit you are All you punk motherfuckers, fuck off Yo this is the first of the ICP Bass-ment tapes “No bodys around to answer your call, but this rapping machine is gonna help ya out so don’t say goodbye, don’t hang up the phone. Just leave your bad rap a the sound of the tone.” wait for the beep…HUHHH! wait for the beep…HUHHH! wait for the beep…HUHHH! Check at the beep” -for booking information or producer interests call 1-313 548-5707