Just Another Crazy Click

I  stab you with an umbrella

And then open it

No!

'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian

That shit's wack

Aight, hold up

Aight, c'mon

Wait a second, listen

I peel your cap back

With a cannonball

I buck 'em all, I fuck 'em all

We standing tall

Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid

We used to, we used to

We used to rob from them petty things

Like a gold chain

Or a motherfuckin' pinky ring

Now it's cocaine

If you see me on the dope train

I'm a dope man

Cigarettes in my right hand

Ready to make a stang

Old folks scared of eye again

Out the window pane

They be looking with a migraine

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

To my **** bust Glocks

Fuck wit' us, bitch see

It's the buckets of the four

Bust a trick, make 'em bleed

Through his neck, through his back

****, cover them hoes

Ain't nuttin' else gon' be working

When you twirkin' wit' some pros

Automatic weapon carrier

Silence on the barrier

Hang them in the closet

Kidnap the treasurer

Bandanas on our face, wildin' out like some cowboys

Ho, 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

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

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

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

We the clique that don't play

Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J

And bury it away

I'm on a spree

Killing fo' 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 your neck slit

I'm having these memory lapses

Of bodies off in the caskets

With no heads

Monoxide, rules of the dead

We fifty-deep on the lawn

With the Psychopathic leathers on

You say it's on

So come bring it on

We getting 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 running shit

We doin' driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws

Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw

We 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

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

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

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya

Taking care of ya, we scarier

Than malaria

I walk around you neighbourhood like Frankenstein

Choking anybody I find

I'm taking mine

You mothafuckas can't get near it

'Cause  you fear it

Look at my glass eye

I'm sick like Lou Gehrig

I don't know judo, but go KEE-YA!

Fuck you up so bad

A wheelchair couldn't see ya

Listen

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 beatin' scrubs up

Ain't right in Tim Dog's face we 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 gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

With them Calicos

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

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