Artist/Band:
Insane Clown Posse
Lyrics for Song: Three 6 Mafia W/icp & Twiztid
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Insane Clown Posse
ICP-Just Another Crazy Click
Featuring Three Six Mafia, Gangsta Boo, and Twiztid
(Violent J's Intro, Shaggy in parenthases)
I choke, nope, nah. Aight, hold up listen (Fuckin go)
I stab you with an umbrella,
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
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball,
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all (Yeah) we standin' tall (Woooo!)
Three 6 Mafia (Yes Yes), Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid! (NOO!)
(Juicy J)
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
(DJ Paul)
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 nuttin else gonna 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
Chorus: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)
We be just anotha crazy click
doin whatever to get us by when we pumped up
you ain't outta luck bitch I ain't gonna lie, put ya guards up,
show em who really runnin the streets with them calicos
all kinda of shit bitch
you can't compete
(Monoxide Child)
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 killa 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
(Madrox)
We 50-deep on the lawn with the Psychopathic leathers on
you say it's on so come bring it on
we gettin krunk 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 with chain saws
pureuncut, redefinin rugged, and raw
Chorus
(Violent J)
Just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya
takin care of ya we the scrarier tha malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
chokin anybody I find I'm takin mine
(Shaggy)
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
(Violent J)
Listen (SSLLUURRPP...POP) 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
(Shaggy)
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
(Violen J)
Baby Whaat!
Chorus
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