Just Another Crazy Clique

(Intro-J and Shaggy)



I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (Fucking go!)



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



(Noo!)



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 cocaine



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











Now do 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 gonna 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



All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete



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



All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete







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 a 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 (Woop Woop)



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



All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete



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



All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete











Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya



Taking care of ya



We scarier



Than malaria



I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstien



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,(sluurrpp!) Ya hear that, slut?



That was me,pulling this dick out ya butt



I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming FUCK YALL!



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



All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete



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



All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete