ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Joker & The Juggler/Let Me Go lyrics

rate me

Well you never juggle that junk in the mix

I been down the road and I broke a few necks

And I'll break a few more so what's up?

Road by me, Im gonna hold my nutz up!

It's fine ta fuck you wit dat(wit dat)

I hear some skank let me hit dat(hit dat)

I'm Violent J and I'm one to fake

I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked!

I pass out when it gets dark

and woke up naked at the Clark Park

Gotta go gotta go before I get the wrap!

Gotta chopped off head chillin' in my lap!

Mister shrink, mister shrink I'm sick

Luna-tic-tic-toc it don't quit

It don't quit, it don't quit

Mister shrink I'm sick, a luna-ticy-tic

The doctor told me I'm a psyco

So I ate his face like I don't know

Knife to tha neck and I got some mo'

The night of the axe, the night of the .44

Bitch I'm a man you can talk ta'

But after you leave Im'a stalk ya

and if you're a lil' kid Im'a take ya

and if you're a neck Im'a break ya

and if you're an old lady Im'a mug ya

CUZ BITCH!, YA CAN'T FUCK WITH THE JUGGLA!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla

He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face

And slit your motherfucking heart out

You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage

Keep juggling, motherfucker!

Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast

And if I drop you that's your ass

I shake and twist, try to keep calm

I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham

Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy

Then I hit him in the head with a Billy

Willy, Willy, watch your mouth

And fuck the south

Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo

What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?

Sometimes you act like you ain't down

With a psychotic wicked clown

Fucking my friends ain't healthy

Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up

And it's like that bitch that's the way it is

I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood want me for dead

So I paint my tag on they forehead

Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'

You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon

And we coming straight to your brick house

I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose

And then I might mug ya

Cuz they're will be no fucking with the Juggla!!!

Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads

What you've heard about, what you've read

The juggling wicked clowns will come to your

Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva

And cut your back off for a small fee

The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody

Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh

Let the fucking bass go

And the juggla make it last

Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed

My fellow fucking fellas

Southwest gangster killas

Violent J, the psychopathic

Some might say I'm schitsofrantic

Others think I'm quite the psychic

But somehow the bitches like it

What's up bitch, let me get the shot

Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot

Why am I like this, like that

Why are you like that, like this

The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back

I'm that nerd in the back of the class

That went psycho and killed your ass

I slash and cut and hack

With a "Kick Me" sign on my back

In my corner is scyne therapy

They take care of me, but don't stare at me

Cuz like I said I'll mug ya

Now run on home and don't fuck with the Juggla!!!

Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town

And he's got your daughter by the hand

Showing her a new land

The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam

Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off

Skip to the lou

Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla

You can't fuck with the juggla

Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh

Let the fucking bass go!

Lyrics Tabbed by: Tripp Pugh (mus1c1sg0d)