Just Another Crazy Click - Insane Clown Posse

I choke you… nah, hold up

Aight, listen… Fucking go

I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it

No!

'Cause I’m sick like a diseased Ethiopian

That shit’s wack… aight, fuck that… aight, hold up… aight, c’mon…

Wait a second, listen!

I’ll peel your cap back with a cannonball

I buck 'em all

Fuck 'em all

We standing tall

Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid

We used to--we used to--

We used to rob for them petty things

Like a gold chain

Or a motherfuckin' 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 stang

Old folks scared of eye gain

Out the window pane

They be looking with a migraine

While I catch a drain

And you know it’s a fucking shame

When you in this game

Trying to sell to a sprung lane

I control your brain

To 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 nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros

Automatic with the carrier

Silence on the barrier

Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer

Bandanas on our face, wildin' out like some cowboys

Ho, we need the keys and I’m talking like, now boy!

We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain’t gon' lie

Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos

I’m causing shit with ya, can’t come close

We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain’t gonna lie

Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos

I’m causing shit with ya, can’t come close

We the clique that don’t play

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

And bury it away

I’m on the spree

Killing 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 your neck slit

I’m having 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 getting 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 running shit

We doin' driveby’s on all y’all with chainsaws

Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw

Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya

Taking care of ya

We scarier

Than malaria

I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein

Choking anybody I find

I’m taking mine

You mothafuckas can’t get near it

Cause you fear it

Look at my glass eye, I’m sick like Lou Gehrig

I don’t know judo, but I go KEE-YA!

Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn’t see ya

Listen… (POP)

Ya hear that, slut?

That was me… pulling this dick out ya butt

I’m a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, «fuck y’all!»

I stab bitches with a chainsaw

We walk around Compton and Watts beatin' scrubs up

And right in Tim Dog’s face we throw the dubs up

We tearing clubs up, down south from the D

Three Six y’all, Twiztid, and ICP