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icp insane clown posse - the juggla lyrics

[violent j]
well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
been down the road and i broke a few necks
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 f-ck you wit’ dat
but if you a sewer sk-nk let me hit dat
cuz i’m violent j, ain’t even one to fake it
i wanna see some folded up sk-nk b-tches naked
i p-ss 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 f-ck
b-tch, 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 b-tch, you can’t f-ck with the juggla

“yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is…the juggla
he’ll cut your windpipe, eat your face
and slit your motherf-cking heart out
you can see this freak show at the world famous carnival of carnage
keep juggling, motherf-cker!”

[violent j]
cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
and if i drop you that’s your -ss
i shake and twist, try to keep calm
i might go to h-ll cuz i’m down with esham
gotta rhyme for your uncle w-lly
then i hit him in the head with a billy
w-lly, w-lly, watch your mouth
and f-ck the south
running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
what’s up b-tch, ah, what’s up ho?
sometimes you act like you ain’t down
with a psychotic wicked clown
f-cking my friends ain’t healthy
cuz i grab you by the face and f-ck you up
and it’s like that b-tch that’s the way it is
i’m allowed to f-ck, 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 f-ckin’ neck loose
and then i might mug ya
cuz they’re will be no f-cking with the juggla

“juggling eyeb-lls, 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 n-body”

“tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
let the f-cking b-ss go”

[violent j]
and the juggla make it last
down with 2 dope and try n’ get trashed
my fellow f-cking fellas
southwest gangster killas
violent j, the psychopathic
some might say i’m schitsofrantic
others think i’m quite the psychic
but somehow the b-tches like it
what’s up b-tch, let me get the shot
right here and now, b-tt-naked on the spot
why am i like this, like that
why are you like that, like this
the ghetto took my brain and motherf-ck i want it back
i’m that nerd in the back of the cl-ss
that went psycho and killed your -ss
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 f-ck 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 f-ck with the juggla
you can’t f-ck with the juggla
tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
let the f-cking b-ss go

- icp insane clown posse lyrics

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