The Juggla Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

The Juggla 

[Violent J] 

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer 

Been down the road and I broke a few necks 

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

Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up 

Its finna fuck you wit' dat 

But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat 

'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it 

I want to 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 get before I get the wrap 

Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap 

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick 

Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit 

It don't quit, it don't quit 

Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick 

The doctor told me I'm a psycho 

So I ate his face like I don't know 

Knife to the neck and got some more 

The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck 

Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta 

But after you leave I'm a stalk ya 

If you're a little kid I'm a take ya 

And if you're neck I'm a break ya 

If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya 

'cause bitch, you 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!" 

[Violent J] 

'cause 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 'cause 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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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" 

[Violent J] 

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 

'cause 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