Just Another Crazy Clique Testo

I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight,
listen....Fuckin' go!!



I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Nooo!!)
'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!!
(That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold
up....aight, c'mon....WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!) I'll peel ya cap back with a cannonball
I buck em' all
Fuck em' all
(Yeah!)
We standin' tall
(Whooooo!!)
Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and
Twiztid... (Noooo!!)


We used to--we used to--
We used to rob fo' them petty thangs
Like a gold chain
Or a mothafuckin' pinky ring
Now it's gold cane
If you see me on the dope train
I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in my right hand
Ready to make a stand
Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane
They be lookin' wit' a migraine
While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fuckin' shame
When you in this game
Tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control your brain


To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see
It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em'
bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes
Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros
Automatic with the carrier
Silence on the barrier
Hang em' in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face from wildin' out like some cowboys
Ho, we need the keys and I'm talkin' like, now boy!


We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'm causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'm causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close


We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip yo' head off and hand it to Violent J
And bury it away
I'm on the spree
Killin' for free
Without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique
Hoes that pop lip
Can eat a dick
Or get yo' neck slit
I'm havin' 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
You say it's on
So come bring it on
We gettin' 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 runnin' shit
We doin' driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws
Pure uncut, redefinin' rugged and raw


We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close


Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Takin' care of ya
We scarier
Than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstien
Chokin' anybody I find
I'm takin' mine


You mothafuckas can't get near it
'Cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh
I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya


Listen....*slllllooooppppp!!* Ya hear that, slut?
That was me...pullin' this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screamin', "fuck y'all!!"
I stab bitches with a chainsaw


We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up
And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up
We tearin' clubs up, down south from the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP


We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'll causin' shit wit' ya, can't come close