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Insane Clown Posse Miscellaneous Joker And The Juggler / Let Me Go Well you never juggle that junk in the mix I been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more so what's up? Road by me, Im gonna hold my nutz up! It's fine ta fuck you wit dat(wit dat) I hear some skank let me hit dat(hit dat) I'm Violent J and I'm one to fake I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked! I pass out when it gets dark and woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go gotta go before I get the wrap! Gotta chopped off head chillin' in my lap! Mister shrink, mister shrink I'm sick Luna-tic-tic-toc it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mister shrink I'm sick, a luna-ticy-tic The doctor told me I'm a psyco So I ate his face like I don't know Knife to tha neck and I got some mo' The night of the axe, the night of the .44 Bitch I'm a man you can talk ta' But after you leave Im'a stalk ya and if you're a lil' kid Im'a take ya and if you're a neck Im'a break ya and if you're an old lady Im'a mug ya CUZ BITCH!, YA CAN'T FUCK WITH THE JUGGLA! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face And slit your motherfucking heart out You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage Keep juggling, motherfucker! Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon And we coming straight to your brick house I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose And then I might mug ya Cuz they're will be no fucking with the Juggla!!! Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads What you've heard about, what you've read The juggling wicked clowns will come to your Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your back off for a small fee The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go And the juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangster killas Violent J, the psychopathic Some might say I'm schitsofrantic Others think I'm quite the psychic But somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the shot Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot Why am I like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed your ass I slash and cut and hack With a "Kick Me" sign on my back In my corner is scyne therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at me Cuz like I said I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with the Juggla!!! Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town And he's got your daughter by the hand Showing her a new land The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off Skip to the lou Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla You can't fuck with the juggla Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go! |
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