Blaze Ya Dead Homie Juggalo Anthem Lyrics:
Juggalo Anthem Lyrics (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
feat. Insane Clown Posse
(Violent J)
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket
And beyond, recognize thug shit
Poundin' out the trunk bitch
Runnin' wit' a mother f**kin' hatchet
you haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G
B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead
Still don't give a f**k (give a f**k)
Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother f**kin' cuffs up
Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean muggin', steady thuggin'
And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about f**kin'
Still loked out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side

Chorus(Monoxide Child)
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch! x 4

(Blaze)
Bitches freeze, you aint a thug or a G or a banga'
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You's a studio gangsta
You aint about shit, scared to pull the trigga'
That's what we call, a real bitch nigga' (bitch nigga')
Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats

Check this out, I'm a check your chin
Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo ass is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville
Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed

Chorus(Monoxide Child)

(Jaime Madrox)
This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin' half the advantage
F**k a style and a status
Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal
And got the nerve to tell a mother f**ker 'keep it real'
We see through y'all fools, like
cellophane on the square pack
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a f**k, east side for life
And if you aint got heart, don't
expect to have your shit tight
There aint no room for the hoe-hearted
We give a f**k where you at, or who you
wit', or how you got started
F**k you and everybody in yo clique
If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
I aint got time, to say no names
It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game
Besides f**k it, no speakin your name
You're just a bitch in the game
And y'all niggas gone' always be the same

Chorus x8
*Hammer slide*
Lyrics: Juggalo Anthem, Blaze Ya Dead Homie [end]