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Just Anotha Crazy Clique
Three 6 Mafia
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I choke you nah, hold up
A'ight, listen, fucking go
I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it
No
'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
That shit's wack a'ight, fuck that, a'ight, hold up, a'ight, c'mon
Wait a second, listen
I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball
I buck 'em all, fuck 'em all, we standing tall
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid
We used to, we used to
We used to rob for them petty things
Like a gold chain, or a motherfuckin' 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 stang
Old folks scared of eye gain out the windowpane
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
To my niggas, bust Glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see
It's the buckest of the buck, bust a trick, make 'em bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes
Ain't nothin' else gon' be workin' when you twerkin' wit' some pros (bitch)
Automatic with the carrier, silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face, wildin' out like some cowboys
Ho, 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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We the clique that don't play (play)
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J (J)
And bury it away
I'm on the spree (what), killing for free, without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique (what, what)
Hos 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 (biatch)
You say it's on, so come bring it on
We getting crunk at your funerals, treat us like we criminals
We Juggalo individuals
We just another crazy clique, ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six
All up in this bitch and we running shit
We doin' drivebys 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 gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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
Choking anybody I find, I'm taking mine
You motherfuckers can't get near it 'cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gehrig
I don't know 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 (what?), pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, "Fuck y'all!"
I stab bitches with a chainsaw
We walk around Compton and Watts beatin' scrubs up
And right in Tim Dog's face, I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south and the D
Three 6, 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 gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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