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Song Title:	Just Another Crazy Clique
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(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 cant 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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