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Insane Clown Posse
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Just Another Crazy Chick
作词:Paul Beauregard, Joseph Bruce, Jordan Houston, Joseph Utsler
I choke hold up, aright, listen (Nope, fuckin' go) I stab you with an umbrella and then open it (No) 'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian (That shit's wack)
Aright fuck that aright hold up aright, c'mon (Wait a second, listen) I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all, fuck them all (Yeah)
We standin' tall (Whoo) Three 6 mafia (Yes, yes) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid (No)
We used to, we used to We used to rob for them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafuckin' 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 lookin' with a migraine While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fuckin' shame When you in this game Tryin' to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain
Now, do my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit us, bitch see It's the buckets 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 Bandannas on our face from wildin' out like some cowboys Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talkin' like, now boy
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 can't 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, killin' for free Without a conscience Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, I.C.P., with the triple six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Or get your neck slit I'm havin' 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 gettin' crunk at your funerals Treat us like we criminals We juggalo individuals
We just another crazy clique (Woop, woop) I.C.P., Twiztid, triple six All up in this bitch And we runnin' shit We doin' drive by's on all Y'all with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefinin' rugged and raw
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 can't 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 Frankenstein Chokin' anybody I find, I'm takin' 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, ya hear that, slut? That was me Pullin' this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo serial killa Steady screamin' fuck ya'll 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 tearin' clubs up, down south from the D Three six y'all, Twiztid, and I.C.P.
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 can't compete
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