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Listen up I wanna tell you, tell you something Listen up I wanna tell you, listen, listen up I want you to know we're serious Listen Listen up Listen From us, to you For a little grip now, we been rocking your ass The future ain't scary cause we got the past Can't nothing ever take away the Gatherings You can take what's happening now, not what I'm rapping about And I remember every Hallowicked to a T And every Project Born, Marz, Esham, and Myzery And even though I don't remember your name from the instore Swear to God, I couldn't love you anymore Do you mention the Abyss at Virginia Beach? And out of state you're so hot, Juggalos reach (Juggalos reach) And what about the Bronco Bowl in Deep Ellem? And that crazy ass house club in Houston? (Tell them) Twenty thousand websites, hotlines, and clubs Letras de cancionesGang bangers, codes, nobody's and scrubs To every last Juggalette that turned me out Thank you much, and I hope to see you on the next route You know everybody hates on this world of ours And if you learn one thing from the Joker Cards Let it be the other shit is six different views Diamond any way you choose And we love you (Chorus) I guess it's time That I told you How great you are I guess it's time That I told you How great you are They told me to sing it any way I could bring Hurry up Pay attention Stop Mike P. 1, 2 Stop, stop Open up your earlobes ICP Stop, stop Rubber game Listen Me and Krayzie Bone, we marinade in the flats Representing Cleveland, and we could press your stats I rock trees, frog shop I rock the octave Nautica and Theo 4 times 10 (Who?) Every time we play Denver, cars get rolled over Juggalos get pissed when the show's over Even cities that I leave, they not letting me in They let me know if they a Juggalo through thick and through thin I like Twiztid Independent Free standing And always down to give a helping hand in And to everybody else out there, do your thing Cause it ain't no ducking when the hatchet swings We try to sing, we try to rap We try to rock and spit (CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS WICKED SHIT!) Even if we foggy and we still ain't clear In three years later, you'll look back and tip us a beer (Chorus) I guess it's time That I told you How great you are I guess it's time That I told you How great you are I wanna tell you I love all the letters ya'll Got them hung up on the fridge and all up on the garage wall What about these Mini-Gatherings we hear? Ya'll don't be surprised when we walk up in there With Vampiro and Sabu flying above Representing the Juggalos with nothing but love On TV, they make them try to hide their shit But real Juggalos always bear the hatchet And all the fresh titty bars DJ's with mullets All nuts while we there, but you hate us and love them Yes, you groupie as fuck, and good to go But don't get excited thinking makes you a Juggalo Yes, we gather once a year, big top above We give shit like Big Silva nothing but love But you gotta be fresh and with open mind Or your ass get left behind That's why I love ya'll (Chorus 2x) I guess it's time That I told you How great you are I guess it's time That I told you How great you are From Letras Mania