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I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fuckin' go!! I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Nooo!!) 'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!! (That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!) I'll peel ya cap back with a cannonball I buck em' all Fuck em' all (Yeah!) We standin' tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid... (Noooo!!) We used to--we used to-- We used to rob fo' them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafuckin' pinky ring Now it's gold cane If you see me on the dope train Letras de cancionesI'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand Ready to make a stand Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane They be lookin' wit' a migraine While I catch a drain And you know it's a fuckin' shame When you in this game Tryin' to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros Automatic with the carrier Silence on the barrier Hang em' in the closet, kidnap the treasurer Bandanas on our face from wildin' out like some cowboys Ho, we need the keys and I'm talkin' like, now boy! We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'm causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'm causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close We the clique that don't play Quick to rip yo' head off and hand it to Violent J And bury it away I'm on the spree Killin' for free Without a conscience Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick Or get yo' neck slit I'm havin' these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead We 50-deep on the lawn With the Psychopathic leathers on You say it's on So come bring it on We gettin' crunk at your funerals Treat us like we criminals We juggalo individuals We just another crazy clique ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six All up in this bitch And we runnin' shit We doin' driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefinin' rugged and raw We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya Takin' care of ya We scarier Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstien Chokin' anybody I find I'm takin' mine You mothafuckas can't get near it 'Cause you fear it Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya Listen....*slllllooooppppp!!* Ya hear that, slut? That was me...pullin' this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screamin', "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 tearin' clubs up, down south from the D Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close From Letras Mania