Icp (insane Clown Posse)-The Juggla Lyrics

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Icp (insane Clown Posse)-The Juggla Lyrics

by Icp (insane Clown Posse)

[Violent J]

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer

Been down the road and I broke a few necks

And I'll break a few more, so what's up

Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up

Its finna fuck you wit' dat

But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat

Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it

I wanna see 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 wrap

Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick

Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit

It don't quit, it don't quit

Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-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 fuck

Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta

But after you leave I'm a stalk ya

If you're a little kid I'm a take ya

And if you're neck I'm a break ya

If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya

Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla



"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla

He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face

And slit your motherfucking heart out

You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage

Keep juggling, motherfucker!"



[Violent J]

Cuz 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