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Jugglers come out to play... |
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Guess who's coming to your big town |
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Jugglin' jesters kick it clowns |
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Circus sound painted frown |
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Carnival of carnage creeping round |
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I'm Violent |
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J and I'm sick |
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They try to run me down but ya know |
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I'm too slick |
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And I slip and slide like a slinkie |
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Slip and slide with my twinkie |
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Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists |
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I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed |
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Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo |
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And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo |
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Come see the one at the show of your life |
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See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right |
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I ain't swallowing nothing, |
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JackBut I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know |
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And we packin' that funk |
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With a snap and a clap and a jump jump |
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So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down |
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Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown |
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Kiss the clown |
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Stop the bus |
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Violent J comes out |
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Barrels to your face |
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And blow your fucking face off'cause ya know my mind is golden oh |
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Happen to catch me a |
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Beverly show |
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Body fell asleep but my mind goes on |
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Welcome to the world of juggla's dome |
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First day |
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I enrolled at the high school |
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Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool""Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself" |
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My name's 2 |
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Dope and I cut necks all to hell |
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Dylan, Dylan, |
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I'm trying to find |
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DylanI'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin' |
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Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero |
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Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo |
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Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya |
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Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker |
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To the next class don't wanna be late |
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Finna ask |
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Brenda on a little date |
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I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs |
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Took her to a |
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Might Max threw a pair of gloves |
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Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke |
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And left the money-ass bitch there for the night |
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Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk |
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Threw her in the tub, 'cause the dumb bitch stunk |
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How you doing |
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Brenda, mind if |
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I bend yaOver rover, do me like |
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DundyI'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank |
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And when I finished, |
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I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank |
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Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker |
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Couldn't fit her booty in, so |
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I cut her booty out |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like |
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I'm already in hell |
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Throwing up children on |
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Del Ray smell |
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Fuck those fucking fucks, uh |
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Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks |
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Beverly Hills is |
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Beverly Kills |
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I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills |
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Where's that other little rich little fag |
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Looking for |
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Brandon 'cause we can't stand him |
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I know my boys make the bass go boom |
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But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot." |
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Kicked in the stall then |
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I kicked in his jaw |
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Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls |
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Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble |
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Bust him in the head with an empty |
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Faygo bottle |
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Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face |
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Road him down the bumpy chase |
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Can I hear him breathe one last note |
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Stuffed his back down his throat |
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Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh |
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Back to the locker, stop that fucker! |
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Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh |
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Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker! |
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Walking down the hall and |
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I'm feeling like the shit'cause all that's left is one skank ass bitch |
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Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly |
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Funk down your legs and up to your belly |
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But I'm with |
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Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me |
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Let me him man, you're finna kick the can"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway.Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'msaying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die." |
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Okay, 'cause |
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I'm not a raper |
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But ya still make morning paper |
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Kelly found dead in her bathroom |
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Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room |
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No, Kelly found dead in her backyard'cause |
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Kelly choked on a |
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Joker's Card |
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Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker |
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Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her |
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Oh no, principal know what |
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I'm about'cause one of |
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Dylan's sideburns was sticking |
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Oh shit, they chase me 'cause they found the bodies |
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Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho |
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Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss |
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Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus |
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Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels |
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Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels |
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Lost both my legs so |
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I'm running on my hands |
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Then I seen |
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Prince so |
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I clap 'cause |
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I'm a big fan |
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And straight busted my face on the street |
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And here come the police...ya know |