Just Another Crazy Click

Insane Clown Posse

(
Intro-J and
Shaggy) I choke (nope)
Hold up.
Aight, listen. (
Fucking go!) I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (
Noo!)
Cause I'm sick like a diseased
Etheopian! (
That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....
Wait I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball a second, listen!) I buck them all,fuck them all (
Yeah!)
We standing tall (
Whooooo!!)
Three 6
Mafia!! (
Yes!!
Yes!!)
Insane
Clown
Posse and
Twiztid (
Noooo!!)
We used to,we used to,
We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain
Or a mothafucking pinky ring
Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in my right hand
If you see me on the dope train
Ready to make a stand
Old folks scared of eye gain
Out the window pane they be lookin with a migrane
While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fucking shame
When you in this game
Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain
Now do my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit us, bitch see
It's the buggaz of the west, bust a trick, make em' bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes
Ain't nuttin else gonna be workin when you twirkin wit some pros
Automatic with the carrier
Silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys
Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy!
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them
Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them
Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to
Violent J and burry it away I'm on a spree
Killing for free
Without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the
Triple
Six clique
Hoes that pop lip
Or get your neck slit
Can eat a dick I'm having these memory lapses
Of bodies off in the caskets
With no heads
Monoxide, ruler of the dead watzup
We runnin deep on the lawn
With the
Psychopathic leathers on
You say it's on
We getting crunk at your funerals
So come bring it on
We
Juggalo individuals (
Woop
Woop)
Treat us like we criminals
We just another crazy clique ICP,
Twiztid,
Triple
Six
All up in this bitch
And we running shit
We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws
Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them
Calicos
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them
Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you ant compete
Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Taking care of ya
We scarier
Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like
Frankenstien
Choking anybody I find I'm taking mine
You mothafuckas can't get near it
Cause you fear it I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like
Lou
Gerigh
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya
Listen,(sluurrpp!)
Ya hear that, slut?
That was me,pulling this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming FUCK y'all! I stab bitches with a chainsaw
We walk around
Compton and
Watts beat scrubs up
And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south from the D
Three
Six y'all,
Twiztid, and ICP
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them
Calicos
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them
Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete