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Listen up |
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I wanna tell you, tell you something |
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Listen up |
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I wanna tell you, listen, listen up |
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I want you to know we're serious |
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Listen |
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Listen up |
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Listen |
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From us, to you |
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For a little grip now, we been rocking your ass |
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The future ain't scary 'cause we got the past |
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Can't nothing ever take away the Gatherings |
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You can take what's happening now, not what I'm rapping about |
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And I remember every Hallowicked to a T |
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And every Project Born, Marz, Esham, and Myzery |
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And even though I don't remember your name from the instore |
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Swear to God, I couldn't love you anymore |
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Do you mention the Abyss at Virginia Beach? |
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And out of state you're so hot, Juggalos reach |
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And what about the Bronco Bowl in Deep Ellem? |
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And that crazy ass house club in Houston? |
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Twenty thousand websites, hotlines and clubs |
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Gang bangers, codes, nobody's and scrubs |
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To every last Juggalette that turned me out |
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Thank you much and I hope to see you on the next route |
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You know everybody hates on this world of ours |
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And if you learn one thing from the Joker Cards |
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Let it be the other shit is six different views |
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Diamond any way you choose and we love you |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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They told me to sing it any way I could bring |
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Hurry up, pay attention |
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(Stop) |
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Mike P. one, two |
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(Stop, stop) |
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Open up your earlobes |
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ICP |
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(Stop, stop) |
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Rubber game |
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Listen |
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Me and Krayzie Bone, we marinade in the flats |
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Representing Cleveland, and we could press your stats |
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I rock trees, frog shop, I rock the octave |
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Nautica and Theo four times ten |
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Every time we play Denver, cars get rolled over |
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Juggalos get pissed when the show's over |
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Even cities that I leave, they not letting me in |
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They let me know if they a Juggalo through thick and through thin |
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I like Twiztid, Independent, free standing |
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And always down to give a helping hand in |
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And to everybody else out there, do your thing |
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'Cause it ain't no ducking when the hatchet swings |
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We try to sing, we try to rap |
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We try to rock and spit |
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(Can't get enough of this wicked shit) |
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Even if we foggy and we still ain't clear |
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In three years later, you'll look back and tip us a beer |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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I wanna tell you I love all the letters y'all |
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Got them hung up on the fridge |
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And all up on the garage wall |
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What about these Mini-Gatherings we hear? |
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Y'all don't be surprised when we walk up in there |
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With Vampiro and Sabu flying above |
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Representing the Juggalos with nothing but love |
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On TV, they make them try to hide their shit |
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But real Juggalos always bear the hatchet |
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And all the fresh titty bars DJ's with mullets |
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All nuts while we there but you hate us and love them |
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Yes, you groupie as fuck and you good to go |
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But don't get excited thinking makes you a Juggalo |
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Yes, we gather once a year, big top above |
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We give shit like Big Silva nothing but love |
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But you gotta be fresh and with open mind |
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Or your ass get left behind that's why I love y'all |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
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I guess it's time |
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That I told you how great you are |
