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letra de joker & the juggler/let me go - icp (insane clown posse)

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 f-ck you wit dat(wit dat)
i hear some sk-nk let me hit dat(hit dat)
i’m violent j and i’m one to fake
i wanna see some folded up sk-nk b-tches naked!
i p-ss 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
b-tch 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 b-tch!, ya can’t f-ck with the juggla!
yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is…the juggla
he’ll cut your windpipe, eat your face
and slit your motherf-cking heart out
you can see this freak show at the world famous carnival of carnage
keep juggling, motherf-cker!
cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
and if i drop you that’s your -ss
i shake and twist, try to keep calm
i might go to h-ll 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 f-ck the south
running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
what’s up b-tch, ah, what’s up ho?
sometimes you act like you ain’t down
with a psychotic wicked clown
f-cking my friends ain’t healthy
cuz i grab you by the face and f-ck you up
and it’s like that b-tch that’s the way it is
i’m allowed to f-ck, 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 f-ckin’ neck loose
and then i might mug ya
cuz they’re will be no f-cking with the juggla!!!
juggling eyeb-lls, 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 n-body
tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
let the f-cking b-ss go
and the juggla make it last
down with 2 dope and try n’ get trashed
my fellow f-cking fellas
southwest gangster killas
violent j, the psychopathic
some might say i’m schitsofrantic
others think i’m quite the psychic
but somehow the b-tches like it
what’s up b-tch, let me get the shot
right here and now, b-tt-naked on the spot
why am i like this, like that
why are you like that, like this
the ghetto took my brain and motherf-ck i want it back
i’m that nerd in the back of the cl-ss
that went psycho and killed your -ss
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 f-ck 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 f-ck with the juggla
you can’t f-ck with the juggla
tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
let the f-cking b-ss go!
lyrics tabbed by: tripp pugh (mus1c1sg0d)

- icp insane clown posse

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