king gordy - juggalette lyrics
so how u doin misses juggalette?
face painted, lookin all s-xy with that hatchet tatted on your breast?
you are my morbid thing, my horror wh-r- queen,
my wicked witch of the midwest; my east coast mistress;
my down south, big breast, juggalette.
but when i’m out west, i love to rub against your -ss.
you are so gothic, my d-ck is gettin hard, and i can’t stop it.
baby, you are the hottest!
they say you always say this song’s for the juggalos,
what about us pretty girls in the front row?
king gordy you won’t fire, we can smell smoke!
baby i keep the fire just a nail slow!
now when we get to the hotel room
i -ssume, we be eatin these mushrooms, then i’ll be f-ckin you!
you say u gotta boyfriend; we’ll give him somethin to do;
stand outside and watch my truck get on the move.
you say i ain’t the best; all you do is talk about me,
that i ain’t even fame to sh-lly, but your girlfriend still goes jockin me.
your only mad cuz you’re a juggalette, your b-tchin at every song that i sing.
i am the star, that’s why a girl is in my car, and she’s givin’ me head.
i have not had this type of love before, after this i shall love no more.
let her on stage, come on baby, dance with me,
wiggle that -ss for me; wait in the back for me.
i’ll be on my way to show you something.
and when the show is over, oh yes, we gon’ be f-ckin,
my name is cobain, i don’t care if you gotta man,
imma rock star. i’m pretty sure your dude will understand.
and if not, security will put your f-ckin hands on his -ss so fast,
he won’t have a second chance.
now me and you can continue our lil romance.
this is wicked stock; let gordy play in your pants.
when i live in colorado, they give head in advance.
the fabled lovers know all them juggalettes,
and d-mn it feels so good. i never felt this happy inside.
i wanna take a juggalette as my bride
will you marry me?
you say i ain’t the best; all you do is talk about me,
that i ain’t even fame to sh-lly, but your girlfriend still goes jockin me.
your only mad cuz you’re a juggalette, you b-tch at every song that i sing.
i am the star, that’s why a girl is in my car, and she’s givin’ me head.
you say i ain’t the best; all you do is talk about me,
that i ain’t even fame to sh-lly, but your girlfriend still goes jockin me.
your only mad cuz you’re a juggalette, you b-tch at every song that i sing.
i am the star, that’s why a girl is in my car, and she’s givin’ me head.
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