歌曲 | The Juggla |
歌手 | Insane Clown Posse |
专辑 | Carnival Of Carnage |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bruce | |
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 | |
Its 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-tick | |
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'm a man you can talk ta | |
But after you leave i'm a stalk ya | |
If you're a little kid i'm a take ya | |
And if you're neck i'm a break ya | |
If you're an old lady i'm a 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 taggin' | |
You can fit twenty clowns in a volkswagon | |
And we coming straight to your brick house | |
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' 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 barmitzva | |
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 n' get trashed | |
My fellow fucking fellas | |
Southwest gangster killas | |
Violent j, the psychopathic | |
Some might say i'm schitsofrantic | |
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 have 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 |
zuo ci : Bruce | |
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 | |
Its 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 | |
Lunatickticktock, it don' t quit | |
It don' t quit, it don' t quit | |
Mr. shrink, i' m sick, a lunatickytick | |
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' m a man you can talk ta | |
But after you leave i' m a stalk ya | |
If you' re a little kid i' m a take ya | |
And if you' re neck i' m a break ya | |
If you' re an old lady i' m a 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 taggin' | |
You can fit twenty clowns in a volkswagon | |
And we coming straight to your brick house | |
I' m a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' 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 barmitzva | |
And cut your back off for a small fee | |
The juggla ain' t taking no shorts from nobody | |
Tweedledee and tweedledoh | |
Let the fucking bass go | |
And the juggla make it last | |
Down with 2 dope and try n' get trashed | |
My fellow fucking fellas | |
Southwest gangster killas | |
Violent j, the psychopathic | |
Some might say i' m schitsofrantic | |
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, buttnaked 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 have 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 | |
Tweedledee and tweedledoh | |
Let the fucking bass go |
zuò cí : Bruce | |
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 | |
Its 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 | |
Lunatickticktock, it don' t quit | |
It don' t quit, it don' t quit | |
Mr. shrink, i' m sick, a lunatickytick | |
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' m a man you can talk ta | |
But after you leave i' m a stalk ya | |
If you' re a little kid i' m a take ya | |
And if you' re neck i' m a break ya | |
If you' re an old lady i' m a 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 taggin' | |
You can fit twenty clowns in a volkswagon | |
And we coming straight to your brick house | |
I' m a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' 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 barmitzva | |
And cut your back off for a small fee | |
The juggla ain' t taking no shorts from nobody | |
Tweedledee and tweedledoh | |
Let the fucking bass go | |
And the juggla make it last | |
Down with 2 dope and try n' get trashed | |
My fellow fucking fellas | |
Southwest gangster killas | |
Violent j, the psychopathic | |
Some might say i' m schitsofrantic | |
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, buttnaked 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 have 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 | |
Tweedledee and tweedledoh | |
Let the fucking bass go |