| Yeah, back up cause we in here
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| We more than sip beer
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| When we get geeked we don’t just sit there
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| Not when it’s this fat, where the chicks at?
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| Nobody hits that? |
| I’mma fix that!
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| Stare, kick, clap, pat, ba bah bum bum
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| We get sick of your track where I come from
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| Earthquake backyard, the whole hood
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| Sound fake? |
| Smacked hard if you’re no good!
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| Twiztid and the clowns on these carnival tones!
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| Leave the whole yard full of tombstones
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| Scrub life, freedom! |
| Nedens, I’ll feed em!
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| Haters? |
| I’ll beat em! |
| Defeat em and eat em!
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| Juggalo love lew ya, what’s it too ya?
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| Its a oo-ee, Lamanamanoomie
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| You and me starring in the feel good movie of the week
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| What up though, ninja? |
| get geeked!
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| I walk in, everybody’s honkin
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| Im a nobody, but I go nutty
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| Might sound sappy, but I’m happy
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| See me teasin, they wanna attack me
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| The whole world’s depressed with stress
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| But right about now im infected with fresh
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| I bust three backflips into the splits
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| And land face first in between two tits
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| I’m Juggalo now, Juggalo back then
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| Gimme a second chance, Im Juggaloin again!
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| Chris Hanson’s a Juggalo, but he don’t know it
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| I dance like a Juggalo and proud to show it!
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| Throw ya hands up like a wild man
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| Mike E. Clark versus Jake Giels Band
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| Peter Wolf say come as you are, little freaks
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| Second Joker’s card of deck two, get geeked!
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| Fuck anybody tryin to hate my style
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| Screamin Fuck You with a painted smile
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| Throw Your Hands Up
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| Jumpin while I’ll
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| (Let go) get up!
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| (let go) jump in
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| (let go) let loose!
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| (let go) fuck them!
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| Everybody say, whoop whoop!
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| Get-g-g get-get-get get geeked!
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| Get g-get get get get geeked
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| Get g-g get get get get geeked
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| Get get geeked
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| G-g get geeked
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| I just got out of jail today
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| I got a fat work wait and a bitch in the gate
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| I’m like hey (hey)
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| Everythings good on the bad side
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| I’m bout to get so, so high
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| Beer bong sing-along
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| Cause I’m fucked up
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| You got another hit of that
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| Everybody, come through
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| Party over here til we rockin the dead
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| Saw a footloose creep walkin on the waterbed
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| Light up a cigarette
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| And dont forget that we can make it
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| Ugly like the bitch you with, gettin bloody like her period
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| Barbiturate, inhabitant, but mostly on some killer shit
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| And I hope I ain’t go syphilis from fuckin that little silly bitch
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| Electric, singin' about butter knife in the sockets
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| Til im warm and melty just like some hot pockets
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| Told em that we rock shit
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| Us and the clowns
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| And ya haters shut up and smile
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| Cause it’s fin to go down |