Just Another Crazy Click Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

I choke 

(No) 

Might as well hold up, aight listen 

(Fuckin' go) 

I stab you with an umbrella and then open it 

(No) 

'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian 

(That shit's wack) 

No wait, fuck that, aight hold up 

(Aight come on) 

Wait a second, listen 

I peel your cap back with a cannon ball 

I buck 'em all, fuck 'em all 

(Yeah) 

We standin' tall, Three 6 Mafia 

(Yes, yes) 

Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid 

(No) 

We used to, we used to, we used to rob for them petty things 

Like a gold chain, or a mothafuckin' pinky ring, now it's cocaine 

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 ya brain 

Now do my niggas 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 no else gonna be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros 

Automatic weapon carrier, silence on the barrier, hang 'em in the closet 

Kidnap the treasurer, bandanas on our face 

We wilin' out like some cowboys 

Hoe we need the G's and I'm talkin' like now boys 

We be just anotha crazy click 

Doin' whatever to get us by when we pumped up 

You outta luck bitch, I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up 

Show 'em who really runnin' the streets 

With them calicos, all kinds of shit, bitch 

You can't compete 

Just anotha crazy click 

Doin' whatever to get us by when we pumped up 

You outta luck bitch, I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up 

Show 'em who really runnin' the streets 

With them calicos, all kinds of shit, bitch 

You can't compete 

We the click that don't play 

Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J 

And bury it away, I'm on a spree 

Killin' for free without a conscience 

Bitches we on a mission to bomb shit 

Twiztid, ICP, with that Triple Six Click 

Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick or get your neck slit 

I'm havin' these memory lapses of bodies off in the caskets 

With no heads, Monoxide, ruler of tha dead 

We 50-deep on the lawn with the Psychopathic leathers on 

You say it's on so come bring it on 

We gettin' drunk at your funerals 

Treat us like we criminals, we juggalo individuals 

We just anotha crazy click ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six 

All up in this bitch and we runnin' shit 

We doin' drive-bys on all y'all wit chain saws 

Pure uncut, redefinin' rugged and raw 

We be just anotha crazy click 

Doin' whatever to get us by when we pumped up 

You outta luck bitch, I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up 

Show 'em who really runnin' the streets 

With them calicos, all kinds of shit, bitch 

You can't compete 

Just anotha crazy click 

Doin' whatever to get us by when we pumped up 

You outta luck bitch, I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up 

Show 'em who really runnin' the streets 

With them calicos, all kinds of shit, bitch 

You can't compete 

Just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya 

Takin' care of ya, we the scarier than malaria 

I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein 

Chokin' anybody I find, I'm takin' mine 

Ya muthafuckas can't get near it, 'cause ya fear it 

Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig 

I don't know Judo, but I go kill ya 

Fuck you up so bad, a wheel chair couldn't see ya 

Listen, you hear that slut? 

That was me, pullin' this stick out ya butt 

I'm a juggalo, serial killa, steady screamin', fuck y'all 

I stab bitches wit a chain saw 

We walk around Compton and Watts, beatin' 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 

Baby what? 

We be just anotha crazy click 

Doin' whatever to get us by when we pumped up 

You outta luck bitch, I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up 

Show 'em who really runnin' the streets 

With them calicos, all kinds of shit, bitch 

You can't compete 

Just anotha crazy click 

Doin' whatever to get us by when we pumped up 

You outta luck bitch, I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up 

Show 'em who really runnin' the streets