Insane Clown Posse (icp) - The Juggla Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - The Juggla lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 The Juggla

 And I'll break a few more, so what's up

 Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up

 Its finna fuck you wit' dat

 But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat

 Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it

 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 get before I get the wrap

 Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap

 Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick

 Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit

 It don't quit, it don't quit

 Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick

 The doctor told me I'm a psycho

 So I ate his face like I don't know

 Knife to the neck and got some more

 The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck

 Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta

 But after you leave I'm a stalk ya

 If you're a little kid I'm a take ya

 And if you're neck I'm a break ya

 If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya

 Cuz bitch, you 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