Smoke a square and then prepare yourself Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch Me and Violent, Me and Violent J I'm the wickedest of wicked and by far I'm destined for greatness Killing off you people hate this Now you can raise us in the top notch Mag or book And we still won't give you fags a look Bitch boy, I'm gay-bashing Come see my gun I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one) My mental picture is painting me something ugly And I still don't understand how my hands got all bloody It's the Juggla! A juggalo role-model I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle And then you meet me and expect a nice guy You're lucky I ain't stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs) When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head) I'm getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J And we don't give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say We speak the word and he unheard the mystify And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye It's a long dark ride, where you going there ain't no holding back I'm the reaper in this bitch, there ain't no coming back My tongue in fact conceal a casket And spit some shit, so off the rip, it's a classic Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch Ain't yo mamma ever taught you shit We stab individuals in they fatal spots You got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!) I remember when we first got started Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!) Finally got you in the front row wilin Now I'm gonna do it again with Zug Izland I'm a axe holder, user, deep throater Wouldn't know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass I see spirits and I talk to people that ain't there They seem to vanish in thin air Why don't you get ghost homie, raise up While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?) Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?) Fuck everybody else, and I don't want to hear about And I don't give a fuck if you know someone that's down I'll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around I won't sign nothing Fuck taking a picture Fuck shaking your hand, I'll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!) Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break There's your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)
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