Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Joseph Bruce
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Insane Clown PosseJuggla Lyrics:
The Juggla
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
It's finna fuck you wit dat
But if you a sewer skank, let me hit dat
'Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass 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-tic
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 fuck
Bitch, I'ma man you can talk ta
But after you leave, I'ma stalk ya
If you're a little kid, I'ma take ya
And if you're neck, I'ma break ya
If you're an old lady, I'ma mug ya
'Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the Juggla
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is the Juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous
Carnival of Carnage, keep juggling, motherfucker
'Cuz ya know the Juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you, that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to Hell 'cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, what's up, ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch, that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, 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 tagging'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagen
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'ma huff and puff and blow your fucking neck loose
And then I might mug ya
'Cuz they're will be no fucking with the Juggla
Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come
To your birthday party, wedding and bar mitzvah
And cut your back off for a small fee
The Juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
And the Juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try and get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas
Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schizofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up, bitch? Let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that?
Why are you like that, like this?
The ghetto took my brain
And motherfuck, I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
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 fuck with the Juggla
Finally happened, the wicked clown has 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, fuck with the Juggla
You can't fuck with the Juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
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