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Juggalos, come out to play... |
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Guess who's coming to your big town? |
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Jugglin jesters, kick-it clown |
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Circus sound, painted frown |
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Carnival of carnage creeping round |
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I'm Violent J and I'm sick |
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They try to run me down |
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But you know I'm too slick |
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And I slip and slide like a slinky |
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Slip and slide with my twinkie |
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Welcome to my world |
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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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Boo loo chewy wewwy doo boo |
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And you'd be ****ed 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, Jack |
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But 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 |
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And kiss the clown |
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And kiss the clown |
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Kiss the clown |
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On up and kiss the clown |
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Step on up and 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 ****ing face off |
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Cause you know my mind is golden oh |
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Happen to catch me a 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 I enrolled at the high school |
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Butt-naked with a axe |
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Wow, he's so cool |
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Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself |
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My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell |
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Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan |
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I'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 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 mud match 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 muddy 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 trunk, cause the dumb bitch stunk |
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How you doing Brenda? |
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Mind if I bend ya? |
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Over rover, do me like Gumby |
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I'm sure you'd like that, you little skank |
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And when I finished |
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I stuffed her ****ing head in the fish tank |
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Awww that's a beautiful aquarium |
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Yeah, you wanna see it |
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Hey come here bitch |
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Oh God it's lovely |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah have a closer look |
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Die bitch what's up? |
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What are you a lung fish? |
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What's up aqua man? |
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Die bitch die |
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That's right, bitch |
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Back to the school |
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Fat bitch in the locker |
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Couldn't fit her booty in |
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So I cut her booty off |
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Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell |
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Throwing up children on Del Ray smell |
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**** those ****ing ****s, uh |
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Rich ****s, man, **** those ****s |
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Beverly Hills is 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 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 |
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Aww, aww, Dylan |
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Aww I want your anus |
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Aww, you're so hot |
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Kicked in the stall |
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Then I kicked in his jaw |
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Kicked him in face |
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And I 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 Faygo bottle |
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Took him to the staircase |
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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 |
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Boy oh, boy oh |
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Back to the locker |
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Stuff the ****er! |
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Back to the locker |
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Boy oh, boy oh |
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Back to the locker |
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****in stuff that ****er! |
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Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit |
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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 Del Ray |
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So funk don't fade me |
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Let me hit it man |
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You're finna kick the can (Sugar) |
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Come on, bitch, man |
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You're getting ready to die anyway |
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Bitch, calm down |
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Let me get a little poontang |
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You know what I'm saying |
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Let me get a little trip, bitch |
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You finna die |
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Okay, cause I'm not a raper |
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But you still make morning paper |
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Kelly found dead in her bathroom |
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Naww, Kelly found dead in her dad's room |
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No, Kelly found dead in her backyard |
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Cause Kelly choked on a joker's card |
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Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker |
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Kelly wouldn't fit |
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Chop, chop, chop, chop her |
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Oh no, principal know what I'm about |
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Cause one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking out |
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Oh shit, they chase me |
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Cause they found the bodies |
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Now I run my ass off |
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Yeah they're gettin mad |
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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 |
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Tangled in the wheels |
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Spit me out the muffler |
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You know how that feels |
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Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands |
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Then I seen Prince so I clap cause 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 |
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And... |
