Just Another Crazy Click

[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

I choke you... nah, hold up

Aight, listen...Fucking go

I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it

No!

'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian

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 'em all

Fuck 'em all

We standing tall

Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

We used to—we used to—

We used to rob for them petty things like a gold chain

Or a motherfuckin' 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 stang

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

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

Now to my niggas that bust Glocks, fuck with us, bitch see

It's the buckest of the buck, bust a trick, make 'em bleed

Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes

Ain't nothin' else gon' be workin' when you twerkin' with some pros (Bitch)

Automatic weapon carrier, silence on the barrier

Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer

Bandanas on our face, wildin' out like some cowboys

Ho, we need the keys, and I'm talking like, now boy!

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo]

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

[Verse 3: Monoxide]

We the clique that don't play (Play)

Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J (J)

And bury it away, I'm on the spree (What?)

Killing for free, without a conscience

Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit

Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique (What? What?)

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

[Verse 4: Jamie Madrox]

We 50-deep on the lawn with the Psychopathic leathers on (Biatch!)

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 doin' drive-by's on all y'all with chainsaws

Pure, uncut, redefining rugged and raw

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo]

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

[Verse 5: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

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 Gehrig

I don't know judo, but I go KEE-YA!

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

Listen... (POP) Ya hear that, slut?

That was me (What?) 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 beatin' scrubs up

And right in Tim Dog's face, I throw the dubs up

We tearing clubs up, down south and the D

Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo]

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