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Juggalo clap,
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From the front to the
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Juggalo clap,
Juggalo clap,
From the front to the
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From the to the back
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Clap (clap, clap)
From the front to the

[Jamie
Speak to a re-adjust ear drums
Highly intelligent for a labeled dumb,
from the neck up zone as I perform
And through the we acquire we are re-born,
intense as we commence to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal milk while you a sour tit
to competitors trying to elevate
Intermixing intermingling the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and away
Simple minded mutha fuckas sugars from our Kool-Aid
Who made the sky red and the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of
Ummm... I that's us
And when the are on, and we bust
It like an rush
To your dome and mine too and behind you
As long as you it Twiztid we'll always be beside you

x2]
I want you to this,
This pain, this hate, if you can't pretend to relate
this
Can you this?
Can you, can you feel

Riding by windows shakin' I'm passing by
Got a big TV in the front for I,
a DVD player playing porno nonstop,
I'm so fuckin'
I don't wanna drive
So I crashed in the of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you that you bitch?
And of fact
You can eat a and drink piss,
this like you felt my dick all up in your mouth
Like the you spit
but a poisonous snake
Trying to my rhythm
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
Don't wit em',
he's half a 'port short of a full pack on the attack,
Half you bitches wanna steal my shine
And the other half ain't worth the

I want you to this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to
this
Can you feel
Can you, can you this?

Madrox]
Don't spit you see the grit of the mic,
when you're in the zone
You don't care if they do or don't
Your and no I don't hold no grudge to those
You stay afloat in this of no hope,
So dance the spirits on the day of the dead
In the presence of the things that can reside inside of head
Cause they phony like them silicone bags in bras
one is defining it
And two is it off

Spit fire, for hire,
And I'll never stop killing God retires,
I want to feel the wrath of my flow,
And if you can't this there's the door,
Robbing from the rich and alike I don't care,
Walk into times and leave a bomb there,
Fuck us and try to come get us,
Right here and now
I'm blow like...

x2]
I want you to this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't to relate
this
Can you feel
Can you, can you feel

Juggalo, juggalo,
From the to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
From the to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
From the to the back,
Juggalo,
From the front to the