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Artist/Band:
Twiztid
Lyrics for Song: Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song)
Lyrics for Album: Independents Day [2007]
Why Do I Call Myself A Juggalo
Cause We Be Bangin The Wicked Shit And Swimming Off In The Blood
Of Mosh Pits
We Misfits And Misunderstood
We Got Chapters Of Family Off In Each In Every Hood
I'm A Juggalo And You Can Eat A Dick If Your Not
And If Your Stare Long Enough You Get Eye Balls Popped
I'm Even Worse Now Since The First Curse
Ill Cut Words Into My Leg Until It Hurts
(Oww)
Why Do I Call Myself A Juggalo
Bitch Cause We Keep That Scrub Live And Fuck That Rich Shit
And Steal That New Whip And Platinum Chain
And Give It All To A Juggalo Who's Never Had A Thang
I'm a Juggalo In The Worst Way Since The First Grade
Imma Plot My Revenge On The World Hey
I Cant Help If I'm Into Weird Shit
Lookin In The Mirror With My Eyes Closed Eatin Lipstick
Why Do I Call Myself A Juggalo
Sucka We Don't Give A Mutha Fuck What You Got (Mutha Fucka)
We Don't Brown Nose Or Hound Dog No Weak Hoes
We Stand At The Bus Stop In Yesterdays Clothes
I'm A Chainsaw Smoker With A Thirst For Blood
Since Were On The Subject Can You Get Me Some
When I Was 19 I Tried To Cut Off My Tongue
And Mail It To The Devil So He'd Know My Voice When I Come
Why Do I Call Myself A Juggalo
You Hater We Don't Flip Sides over A Bitch Like Darth Vader
Keep It (East Side)
Live For The Moment And Die Later And (Stay High)
Till They Unplug The Respirator
I'm a Be A J-U-Double G-A-L-O
We Got A Raw Deal
But Imma Be A J-U-Double G-A-L-O
I'm Killin Every Body
It Don't Matter If Your Painted Or Not
Hated A lot We Got A Spot Here Keepin Hot
We On Some Moms And Pops And Give Neck Chops
And Leaving A Puddle Of Blood Right Where Your Head Drops
You Can Call The Cops But They Ain't Comin Around Here
Its The Juggalos Runnin This Up In Bitch So Stand Clear
Why Do I Call My Self A Juggalo Punk
Cause We Roll Through The Hood With Politicians In The Trunk
Chickens In The Front Seat Straight To The Balls
We Ain't Suckas We Dont Do Shoppin Sprees At The Malls
For Affection Barely Got Money For Pedro
Bitch You Musta Forgot You Fuckin With A Juggalo
You'll Never Know Till The Lights Go
It Might Go South And You Might Get The Barrel In Your Mouth
You Lame Hoes Know When The Chain Smoker
And The Phatso Come Together
Lungs Collapse From Second Hand Smoke
Imma Be A J-U-Double G -A -L-O
We Got A Raw Deal
But Imma Be A J-U-Doube G-A-L-O
By Killin Every Body
I Call Myself A Jugglao Cause My Face Painted
Yall Go Ahead And Kill The Scene We'll Come Back And Recreate It
Half A Million Mutha Fuckas Lookin Just Like Us
With Contacts And Band Aids All Ready To Bust
This Ain't No Civil War We Ain't Civilized No More
We Cut Throat Like Fuck It And Smiling At You In Court Bitch
Independent We Gonna Stand On Our Own
And Prove To The Whole World Why We Added The Throne
I Keep A Low Profile But Low Profile
Teeth Like Crocodile I Bite That Ass Like A Crocodile
Fuck It All Round Underground While The Rest Bow Down To (?)
Had To Make A Count Down Most Fly
Around The Sound That I Make Those Too Late
Would Rather Die Then Hear It All Change Sounds
Show But Everywhere That I Go Every Where That I Go
I Let Em Know That Im Mutha Fuckin Juggalo
I'm Gonna Be A J-U-Double G -A -L-O
We Got A Raw Deal
But Imma be A J-U-Double G-A-L-O
By Killin Every Body
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| Album Lyrics: Independents Day [2007] |
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"Independents Day [2007]"
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