| Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
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| Been down the road and I broke a few necks
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| 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
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| But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
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| Cuz I’m Violent J, ain’t even one to fake it I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
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| I pass out when it gets dark
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| And woke up naked at the Clark Park
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| Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
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| Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
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| Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I’m sick
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| Lunatick-tick-tock, it don’t quit
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| It don’t quit, it don’t quit
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| Mr. Shrink, I’m sick, a lunaticky-tick
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| The doctor told me I’m a psycho
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| So I ate his face like I don’t know
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| Knife to the neck and got some more
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| The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
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| 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
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| Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is… the juggla
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| He’ll cut your windpipe, eat your face
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| And slit your motherfucking heart out
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| You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
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| Keep juggling, motherfucker!
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| Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
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| And if I drop you that’s your ass
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| I shake and twist, try to keep calm
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| I might go to hell cuz I’m down with Esham
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| Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
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| Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
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| Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
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| And fuck the south
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| Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What’s up bitch, ah, what’s up ho?
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| Sometimes you act like you ain’t down
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| With a psychotic wicked clown
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| Fucking my friends ain’t healthy
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| Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up And it’s like that bitch that’s the way it is
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| I’m allowed to fuck, ho, I’m in show biz
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| Sets in the hood want me for dead
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| So I paint my tag on they forehead
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| Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
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| You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
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| And we coming straight to your brick house
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| I’m a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin’neck loose
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| And then I might mug ya Cuz they’re will be no fucking with the juggla
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| Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
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| What you’ve heard about, what you’ve read
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| The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
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| Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
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| And cut your back off for a small fee
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| The juggla ain’t taking no shorts from nobody
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| Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
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| Let the fucking bass go And the juggla make it last
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| Down with 2 Dope and try n’get trashed
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| My fellow fucking fellas
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| Southwest gangster killas
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| Violent J, the psychopathic
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| Some might say I’m schitsofrantic
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| Others think I’m quite the psychic
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| But somehow the bitches like it What’s up bitch, let me get the shot
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| Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
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| Why am I like this, like that
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| Why are you like that, like this
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| The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
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| I’m that nerd in the back of the class
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| That went psycho and killed your ass
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| I slash and cut and hack
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| With a Kick Me sign on my back
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| In my corner is scyne therapy
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| 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
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| Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
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| And he’s got your daughter by the hand
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| Showing her a new land
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| The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
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| Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
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| Skip to the lou
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| Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
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| You can’t fuck with the juggla
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| Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
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| Let the fucking bass go |