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Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Volume 3 Just Another Crazy Chick (Intro-J and Shaggy) I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (Fucking go!) I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Noo!) 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 your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all,fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid (Noooo!!) We used to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train I'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 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 Now do 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 gonna be workin when you twirkin wit some pros Automatic with the carrier Silence on the barrier Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys Hoe, 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 All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete 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 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 your neck slit I'm having 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 getting crunk at your funerals Treat us like we criminals We Juggalo individuals (Woop Woop) We just another crazy clique ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six All up in this bitch And we running shit We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you ant compete Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya Taking care of ya We scarier Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstien 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 Gerigh I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya Listen,(sluurrpp!) Ya hear that, slut? That was me,pulling this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming FUCK YALL! 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 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 gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete |
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