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Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mix I been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more, so what's up Roll by me on the corner, I'ma hold my nuts up And spit a "fuck you" wit' dat But if you a sewer skank, let me hit dat Cause Violent J ain't even one to fake it I done seen some folded up skank bitches naked I pass out when it gets dark And woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go, gotta get, before I get the rap Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick Luna-tick-tick-tock, it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a luna-ticky-tick The doctor told me I'm a psycho So I ate his face like I don't know Knife to the neck and got some more The night of the axe, the night of the forty four Bitch, I'm a man you can talk to But after you leave, I'ma stalk ya If you're a little kid, I'ma take ya And if you're neck, I'ma break ya If you're an old lady, I'ma mug ya Cause biiiitch...you can't fuck with the juggla SongtexteYes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla. He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face, and slit your motherfucking heart. You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage. Keep jugglin', mothafuckaaaaa!!! Cause ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cause I'll grab you by the face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch, that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me fo' dead So I paint my tag on they fo'head Stick your little K by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon And we coming straight to your brick house I'ma huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose And then I might mug ya Cause there'll be no fuckin'...with the juggla Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads. What you've heard about, what you've read. The juggling wicked clowns will come to your birthday party, wedding, and Barmitzva and cut your back off for a small fee. The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody!! Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go And the juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope and John Kickchass My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangsta killas Violent J, the psychopathic Some might say I'm schizophrenic Others think I'm klepto-psychic But somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the shot Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot Why am I like this (like that) Why are you like that (like this ) The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck, I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed your ass I slash and cut and hack With a "Kick Me" sign on my back In my court-assigned therapy They take care of me But don't stare at me Cause like I said, I'll mug ya Now run on home...and don't fuck with the juggla It's finally happened!! The wicked clown has come to your town, and he's got your daughter by the hand, showing her a new land. The Southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam. Come one, come all, and have the juggla cut your face off. Skip to the lou!! Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla You can't fuck with the juggla Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fuckin bass go Aus Songtexte Mania