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At the end of October-the 31st to be exact, A couple of crackheads were doped up on smack, It was 10pm and the sun was still shinning, When out of the blue they heard crying and whinning, Two juggalos were found not a day over three, Huddled in a opening of a trunk of a tree, They both grew up in the burbs of Townsville, Always in trouble for knocking out grills, No fault of thier own- misunderstood & unaware, Not giving a fuck of what people care, Something inside made THEM act this way, not even caring of what people say, Life was not in their favour nothing was fair, Since the day they were born they couldn't grow hair, Whilin' rhymin' frontin' everday, The haters would curse and call THEM scallywags, Living in the dark streets and the shadows they were shun but the BALD HEAD SCALLYWAGS have only just begun...!!!