I choke....nope, nah, hold up.

Aight, listen....Fucking go!! 



I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! 

(Nooo!!) 

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 gold cane 

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 



To 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 gon' 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 

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 gonna lie 

Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' 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 the 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 

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 

I'll 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 gonna lie 

Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos 

I'll 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 your neighborhood 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 Gerigh 

I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! 

Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya 



Listen....(slllllooooppppp!!)

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 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 

I'll 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 gonna lie 

Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos 

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