| What up Haver male? |
| how you doin'? |
| I got the flu
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| But I’m still movin', spokane that would be my town
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| This is where the juggalos are born and crowned
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| We give 'em the mike, they start rippin'
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| Dead body flashes, I’m still limpen, give me the mike
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| And I’ll be pimpen that’s the lines everyones sayin' rage, twelve gage
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| This is my religion juggalism, prism sit on my lap
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| I’m Santa Claws and I am back
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| One mo claw in yo ma fucken rack chitty chat
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| Stop talkin' like you black, fact if you fuck wit me personally
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| Get yo dome split my name is set and I personally don’t like you trick
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| Tick tock, there goes the clock, it’s twelve at dot, where my pot
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| My weed at that rat a tat tat
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| Get me back get at me dog, I hop in my hog
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| I got a twelve gage pump in the trunk along wit some egg nog
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| I’m looken for this nigga, I know, he snatch my weed
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| Once I find him, I know he’ll beg and plead
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| He don’t really want to see me
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| Cotton soldier, I told ya
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| Who is it? |
| The cotton soldier
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| Cotton soldier, I told ya
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| Who is it? |
| The cotton soldier
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| So I’m headin' down felony flats, I’m on gardener
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| Everyone in the world I lost my partner, this is where I’m from
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| Though I don’t have to be scared to scream out juggalo but
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| I’m steel lookin' for that fool who jacked me for my weed
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| I have to be cruel 'cause I lost all my weed
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| I gotta take this punk down, curb, stomp next this is my town
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| Enable to have sex, I’ll chop off his shit, then he says, what next?
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| Damn, this fool must be Rex, invincible in every type of way
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| Convinsible, I personally think he’s gay, it’s all over now
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| I got my weed back time to get blazed and get back home
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| Woop woop, what up Haver male? |
| It’s 2006 and I’m blazed as fuck
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| And any body who reads this ad on to the song
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| If you can so I can check up on my shit and see
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| If anybody got this message, peace out |