The Juggla
(专辑: Carnival Of Carnage - 1992)
[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, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a
psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cuz I
grab you by the
face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch that's the
way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the
hood want me for dead So I
paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my tagging You can fit twenty clowns in a
Volkswagon And we coming straight to your brick house I'm a
huff, and puff, and blow your fucking neck loose And then I
might mug ya Cuz they're will be no fucking with the
juggla "Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads What you've heard about, what you've read The
juggling wicked clowns will come to your Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your back off for a
small fee The
juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody" "Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the
fucking bass go" [Violent J] And the
juggla make it last Down with 2
Dope and try n' get trashed My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangster killas Violent J, the
psychopathic Some might say I'm schitsofrantic Others think I'm quite the
psychic But somehow the
bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the
shot Right here and now, butt-naked on the
spot Why am I
like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The
ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I
want it back I'm that nerd in the
back of the
class That went psycho and killed your ass I
slash and cut and hack With a
"Kick Me" sign on my back In my corner is scyne therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at me Cuz like I
said I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with the
juggla "Finally happened, the
wicked clown have come to your town And he's got your daughter by the
hand Showing her a
new land The
southwest ghetto zone, where all the
jugglas roam Come one, come all and have the
juggla cut your face off Skip to the
lou" Juggla juggla fuck with the
juggla You can't fuck with the
juggla Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the
fucking bass go