(Intro) Yeah, yeah Ayo Juggalo Ridah (aight, Juggalo, you ready, if so begin) (Verse 1) Straight out the impoverished dungeons of rap The sword drops deep in the abyss as does my heart I Never skip, `cause to skip is to be the counterpart to my Bro Beyond the walls of Juggalos, life is defined I think of the future when I'm in a Missouri state of mind Hope the smart ones got a part My counterpart don't like no dirty chart Run up to the smart ones art and get a start What more could you ask for? The sheathed sword? (No war) You complain about the heat I gotta love it though, somebody still speaks for the hoods I'm rappin for the bloods And ima move your bud Dark, despairing, wet, like a whip Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a slip (Verse 2) I can't take the heat, can't find my devotion I woulda tried to cry, but I got no emotion I'm rappin to the bud, Ima move your blood Yea, yah, In a Missouri state of mind When I was young my Bro had a ward I was kicked out without no board I Never thought I'd see that award Ain't no soul alive that could take my Bro's accord A sharp stone ain't quite like a phone... ... Thinking of the future, Yah, thinking of the future (HOPE) (Verse 3) These the new king's and they inbound We'll be round soon Lucky I made it here cause I ain't got a golden spoon I was unlucky, unlike you dummies You dummies lookin like mummies You a bunch of phonies In a Missouri State of Mind I grew up in the mud I ain't seen much here but blood I saw a man get stabbed in the gut then shot in the head I sliced three necks open They were like specks compared to me They begged to be spared by me They mommas got some bad news that day (Scarring) We be playin in the bay We sposed to get a pay day He wasn't letting up, there was some tension He just wanted attention His momma got some bad news that day (Scarring) Is there Hope for us? We been going down a slippery slope I'm just on some dope, we treading a fine line on this rope, in a Missouri state of kind