(Violent J)
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Killas kick the anthem like this
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
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Killas kick the anthem like this
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Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze
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(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket
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And beyond, recognize thug shit
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Poundin' out the trunk bitch
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Runnin' wit' a mother fuckin' hatchet
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you haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G
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B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead
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Still don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
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Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother fuckin' cuffs up
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Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's
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So a thug can get back on his feet
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Mean muggin', steady thuggin'
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And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin'
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Still loked out
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All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
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Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride
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So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side
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Chorus(Monoxide Child)
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Niggas kick the anthem like this
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch! x 4
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(Blaze)
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Bitches freeze, you aint a thug or a G or a banga'
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You's a studio gangsta
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You aint about shit, scared to pull the trigga'
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That's what we call, a real bitch nigga' (bitch nigga')
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Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set
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Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats
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Check this out, I'm a check your chin
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Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
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Dumpin' clips in yo ass is what I'm all about
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Straight G from the clique on a paper route
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Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville
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Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed
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Chorus(Monoxide Child)
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(Jaime Madrox)
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This is the battle for the planets
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We bring the thunder, givin' half the advantage
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Fuck a style and a status
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Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal
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And got the nerve to tell a mother fucker "keep it real"
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We see through y'all fools, like cellophane on the square pack
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You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back
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We don't give a fuck, east side for life
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And if you aint got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight
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There aint no room for the hoe-hearted
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We give a fuck where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started
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Fuck you and everybody in yo clique
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If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
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I aint got time, to say no names
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It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game
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Besides fuck it, no speakin your name
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You're just a bitch in the game
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And y'all niggas gone' always be the same
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Chorus x8
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*Hammer slide*
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Juggalo Anthem
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |