ICP: The juggla

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixerBeen down the road and I broke a few necksAnd Ill break a few more, so whats upRoad by me on the corner, Im a hold my nuts upIts finna fuck you wit datBut if you a sewer skank let me hit datCuz Im Violent J, aint even one to fake itI wanna see some folded up skank bitches nakedI pass out when it gets darkAnd woke up naked at the Clark ParkGotta go, gotta get before I get the wrapGotta chopped off head chilling in my lapMr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, Im sickLunatick-tick-tock, it dont quitIt dont quit, it dont quitMr. Shrink, Im sick, a lunaticky-tickThe doctor told me Im a psychoSo I ate his face like I dont knowKnife to the neck and got some moreThe night of the axe, the night of the forty fuckBitch, Im a man you can talk taBut after you leave Im a stalk yaIf youre a little kid Im a take yaAnd if youre neck Im a break yaIf youre an old lady Im a mug yaCuz bitch, you cant fuck with the jugglaYes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the jugglaHell cut your windpipe, eat your faceAnd slit your motherfucking heart outYou can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of CarnageKeep juggling, motherfucker![Violent J]Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fastAnd if I drop you thats your assI shake and twist, try to keep calmI might go to hell cuz Im down with EshamGotta rhyme for your Uncle WillyThen I hit him in the head with a BillyWilly, Willy, watch your mouthAnd fuck the southRunning with a gang of twenty street hoods, yoWhats up bitch, ah, whats up ho?Sometimes you act like you aint downWith a psychotic wicked clownFucking my friends aint healthyCuz I grab you by the face and fuck you upAnd its like that bitch thats the way it isIm allowed to fuck, ho, Im in show bizSets in the hood want me for deadSo I paint my tag on they foreheadStick your little kay by my tagginYou can fit twenty clowns in a VolkswagonAnd we coming straight to your brick houseIm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin neck looseAnd then I might mug yaCuz theyre will be no fucking with the jugglaJuggling eyeballs, juggling headsWhat youve heard about, what youve readThe juggling wicked clowns will come to yourBirthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your back off for a small feeThe juggla aint taking no shorts from nobodyTweedle-dee and tweedle-dohLet the fucking bass go[Violent J]And the juggla make it lastDown with 2 Dope and try n get trashedMy fellow fucking fellasSouthwest gangster killasViolent J, the psychopathicSome might say Im schitsofranticOthers think Im quite the psychicBut somehow the bitches like itWhats up bitch, let me get the shotRight here and now, butt-naked on the spotWhy am I like this, like thatWhy are you like that, like thisThe ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it backIm that nerd in the back of the classThat went psycho and killed your assI slash and cut and hackWith a Kick Me sign on my backIn my corner is scyne therapyThey take care of me, but dont stare at meCuz like I said Ill mug yaNow run on home and dont fuck with the jugglaFinally happened, the wicked clown have come to your townAnd hes got your daughter by the handShowing her a new landThe southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roamCome one, come all and have the juggla cut your face offSkip to the louJuggla juggla fuck with the jugglaYou cant fuck with the jugglaTweedle-dee and tweedle-dohLet the fucking bass go