Feel this (Acapella)
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Here we go
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
From the front to the back
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
From the front to the back
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
From the front to the back
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
Juggalo (clap clap) Juggalo (clap clap)
From the front to the back
Speak to a tone readjust to your drums
Highly intelligent for a species labeled dumb
Numb from the neck up zone is not performing
Through the energy we acquire we are reborn
It's intense as we commence to dispense this shit
Spitting verbal milk while you suckin' a sour tit
Inconsiderate to competitors tryin' to elevate
Intermixing interminglin' with the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither away
Simple minded motherfucker swipin' sugar from my Kool-Aid
Who made the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of mind to enlighten the mass of everyone
Um I believe that's us so when the mics are on and we bust
It's like an adrenaline rush to your dome and mind too
And everyone behind you as long as you keep it twisted
We'll always be beside you
I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate
Even if you can't pretend to feel this
(Feel this)
Can you feel this?
(Feel this)
I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate
Even if you can't pretend to feel this
(Feel this)
Can you feel this?
(Feel this)
Ridin' by, windows shakin' while I'm passin' by
Got a big screen TV in the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno non-stop
So fuckin' high I don't wanna drive anymore
So I crash in the back of my ex-girl's 4x4
Can you feel that you bitch?
Matter of fact you can eat a dick and drink piss
Feel this like you felt my dick
All up in your mouth like the shit you spit
Nothing but a poisonous snake tryin' to steal my rhythm
But I see 'em in the grass and I get 'em
Don't fuck with him 'cause he's half a porch
Short of a full pack on the attack
Half you bitches wanna steal my shine
And the other half ain't worth the time
I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate
Even if you can't pretend to feel this
(Feel this)
Can you feel this?
(Feel this)
I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate
Even if you can't pretend to feel this
(Feel this)
Can you feel this?
(Feel this)
Don't spit 'til you see the grill of the mic
'Cause when you're in the zone you don't care if they do or don't like
Your flow and no I don't hold no grudge
To those who stay afloat in this time of no hope
So dance with the spirits on the day of the dead
In the presence of the thangs that can reside inside of your head
'Cause they're phony like them silicone bangs
Stripper broads step one is to find it and two is cuttin' it off
Spit fire always for hire
And I never stop killin' no God retires
I want everybody feelin' the wrath of my flow
And if you can't feel this there's the door
Robbin' from the rich and the poor like I don't care
Walk into Times Square and leave a bomb there
Fuck with us and try to come get us
Right here and right now I'ma blow like (boom)
I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate
Even if you can't pretend to feel this
(Feel this)
Can you feel this?
(Feel this)
I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate
Even if you can't pretend to feel this
(Feel this)
Can you feel this?
(Feel this)
Juggalo Juggalo
From the front to the back
Juggalo Juggalo
Juggalo Juggalo
From the front to the back
Juggalo Juggalo
Juggalo Juggalo
From the front to the back
Juggalo Juggalo
Juggalo Juggalo
From the front to the back