Lyric Leff Field
Smoke a square and then prepare yourself
Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something
Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch
Me and Violent, Me and Violent J
I m the wickedest of wicked and by far
I m destined for greatness
Killing off you people hate this
Now you can raise us in the top notch
Mag or book
And we still won t give you fags a look
Bitch boy, I m gay-bashing
Come see my gun
I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one)
My mental picture is painting me something ugly
And I still don t understand how my hands got all bloody
It s the Juggla!
A juggalo role-model
I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle
And then you meet me and expect a nice guy
You re lucky I ain t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs)
When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath
With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head)
I m getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J
And we don t give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say
We speak the word and he unheard the mystify
And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye
It s a long dark ride, where you going there ain t no holding back
I m the reaper in this bitch, there ain t no coming back
My tongue in fact conceal a casket
And spit some shit, so off the rip, it s a classic
Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch
Ain t yo mamma ever taught you shit
We stab individuals in they fatal spots
You got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!)
I remember when we first got started
Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!)
Finally got you in the front row wilin
Now I m gonna do it again with Zug Izland
I m a axe holder, user, deep throater
Wouldn t know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless
My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass
I see spirits and I talk to people that ain t there
They seem to vanish in thin air
Why don t you get ghost homie, raise up
While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?)
Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?)
Fuck everybody else, and I don t want to hear about
And I don t give a fuck if you know someone that s down
I ll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around
I won t sign nothing
Fuck taking a picture
Fuck shaking your hand, I ll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!)
Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break
There s your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something
Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch
Me and Violent, Me and Violent J
I m the wickedest of wicked and by far
I m destined for greatness
Killing off you people hate this
Now you can raise us in the top notch
Mag or book
And we still won t give you fags a look
Bitch boy, I m gay-bashing
Come see my gun
I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one)
My mental picture is painting me something ugly
And I still don t understand how my hands got all bloody
It s the Juggla!
A juggalo role-model
I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle
And then you meet me and expect a nice guy
You re lucky I ain t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs)
When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath
With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head)
I m getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J
And we don t give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say
We speak the word and he unheard the mystify
And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye
It s a long dark ride, where you going there ain t no holding back
I m the reaper in this bitch, there ain t no coming back
My tongue in fact conceal a casket
And spit some shit, so off the rip, it s a classic
Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch
Ain t yo mamma ever taught you shit
We stab individuals in they fatal spots
You got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!)
I remember when we first got started
Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!)
Finally got you in the front row wilin
Now I m gonna do it again with Zug Izland
I m a axe holder, user, deep throater
Wouldn t know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless
My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass
I see spirits and I talk to people that ain t there
They seem to vanish in thin air
Why don t you get ghost homie, raise up
While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?)
Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?)
Fuck everybody else, and I don t want to hear about
And I don t give a fuck if you know someone that s down
I ll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around
I won t sign nothing
Fuck taking a picture
Fuck shaking your hand, I ll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!)
Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break
There s your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)
