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Right Field

 

Right Field

(album: Dont Play This 4 Any1! - 2019)


I'm a axe holder, user, deep throater
Wouldn't know a juggalo if I showed ya
Shadowless, my reflection casts
A demon with green eyes behind stained glass
I see spots and I talk to people that ain't there
Seem to vanish in thin air
Why don't ya get ghost homie, raise up
And all my Juggalos roll the weed and blaze up, what

You stay there and keep the shit covered (Yeah)
I'm leaving motherfuckers scattered, chunked and smothered
What is a Juggalo? (Bitch!) Don't waste my time
We ain't your kind so don't mind how our hatchets shine
And left you blind and feeling like a little bitch
'Cause you can't even see the Psychopathic clique (Nah)
We taking this whole industry to war
With they tail between they legs licking wounds out the door (Motherfacko)

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yeah, you're fucked, bitch
What you know about the Southwest Strangla?
The motherfucking Shaggy 2 Dope
Wicked clown shit, bitch
And Monoxide, the motherfucking chain smoker from the East side
Oh shit, you bitch boy

I'm getting blew the fuck out with my homeboy,
And we the world's most hated for the shit we say
We speak the word of the unheard and mystify
When you see us, hug your mom and give her a kiss goodbye
It's a long, long ride, where you going ain't no hugging back
I'm the reaper in this bitch, ain't no coming back
My tongue in fact can seal a casket
And spit some shit so off the rip it's a classic

Well, that's just so tragic that you just can't get
The reason why we kidnapped your wife and kids (Damn)
Remember middle school? (No) You slapped me on the neck
Talking all that shit, but you didn't expect (What?)
That I'd remember it, and years passed by
Now you hate yourself more than me, I see it in your eyes (Damn)
On your hands and knees, (What) begging like a dope fiend
I'll pull out the clever and make the place a murder scene

You know, you know what happens when the South-West side
Hooks up with the East side, motherfucker?
Nothing but the wicked shit
Wicked all the day long in your motherfucking face
So shut the fuck up and turn up the beat!

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