Insane Clown Posse - The Juggla Lyrics
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixerBeen down the road and I broke a few necksAnd Ill break a few more, so whats upRoad by me on the corner, Im a hold my nuts upIts finna ***** you wit datBut if you a sewer skank let me hit datCuz Im violent j, aint even one to fake itI wanna see some folded up skank *****es *****I pass out when it gets darkAnd woke up ***** at the clark parkGotta go, gotta get before I get the wrapGotta chopped off head chilling in my lapMr. shrink, mr. shrink, Im sickLunatick-tick-tock, it dont quitIt dont quit, it dont quitMr. shrink, Im sick, a lunaticky-tickThe doctor told me Im a psychoSo I ate his face like I dont knowKnife to the neck and got some moreThe night of the axe, the night of the forty **********, Im a man you can talk taBut after you leave Im a stalk yaIf youre a little kid Im a take yaAnd if youre neck Im a break yaIf youre an old lady Im a mug yaCuz *****, you cant ***** with the jugglaYes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the jugglaHell cut your windpipe, eat your faceAnd slit your mother*****ing heart outYou can see this freak show at the world famous carnival of carnageKeep juggling, mother*****er!Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fastAnd if I drop you thats your assI shake and twist, try to keep calmI might go to hell cuz Im down with eshamGotta rhyme for your uncle willyThen I hit him in the head with a billyWilly, willy, watch your mouthAnd ***** the southRunning with a gang of twenty street hoods, yoWhats up *****, ah, whats up ho?Sometimes you act like you aint downWith a psychotic wicked clown*****ing my friends aint healthyCuz I grab you by the face and ***** you upAnd its like that ***** thats the way it isIm allowed to *****, ho, Im in show bizSets in the hood want me for deadSo I paint my tag on they foreheadStick your little kay by my tagginYou can fit twenty clowns in a volkswagonAnd we coming straight to your brick houseIm a huff, and puff, and blow your *****in neck looseAnd then I might mug yaCuz theyre will be no *****ing with the jugglaJuggling eyeballs, juggling headsWhat youve heard about, what youve readThe juggling wicked clowns will come to yourBirthday party, wedding, and barmitzvaAnd cut your back off for a small feeThe juggla aint taking no shorts from nobodyTweedle-dee and tweedle-dohLet the *****ing bass goAnd the juggla make it lastDown with 2 dope and try n get trashedMy fellow *****ing fellasSouthwest gangster killasViolent j, the psychopathicSome might say Im schitsofranticOthers think Im quite the psychicBut somehow the *****es like itWhats up *****, let me get the shotRight here and now, butt-***** on the spotWhy am I like this, like thatWhy are you like that, like thisThe ghetto took my brain and mother***** I want it backIm that nerd in the back of the classThat went psycho and killed your assI slash and cut and hackWith a kick me sign on my backIn my corner is scyne therapyThey take care of me, but dont stare at meCuz like I said Ill mug yaNow run on home and dont ***** with the jugglaFinally happened, the wicked clown have come to your townAnd hes got your daughter by the handShowing her a new landThe southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roamCome one, come all and have the juggla cut your face offSkip to the louJuggla juggla ***** with the jugglaYou cant ***** with the jugglaTweedle-dee and tweedle-dohLet the *****ing bass go
