Just Another Crazy Chick

I choke hold up, aright, listen

(Nope, 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)



Aright fuck that aright hold up aright, c'mon

(Wait a second, listen)

I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball

I buck them all, fuck them all

(Yeah)



We standin' tall

(Whoo)

Three 6 mafia

(Yes, yes)

Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid

(No)



We used to, we used to

We used to rob for them petty thangs

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' with 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 your brain



Now, do my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit us, bitch see

It's the buckets of the four, bust a trick, make 'em bleed

Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes

Ain't nuttin' else gonna be workin' when you twirkin' wit some pros



Automatic with the carrier, silence on the barrier

Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer

Bandannas on our face from wildin' out like some cowboys

Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talkin' like, now boy



We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos

All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete



We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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

All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete



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 a spree, killin' for free

Without a conscience

Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit



Twiztid, I.C.P., with the triple six clique

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 the dead



We 50-deep on the lawn

With the psychopathic leathers on

You say it's on, so come bring it on

We gettin' crunk at your funerals

Treat us like we criminals

We juggalo individuals



We just another crazy clique

(Woop, woop)

I.C.P., Twiztid, triple six

All up in this bitch

And we runnin' shit

We doin' drive by's on all

Y'all with chainsaws

Pure uncut, redefinin' rugged and raw



We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos

All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete



We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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

All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete



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

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



You mothafuckas can't get near it

'Cause you fear it

Look at my glass eye

I'm sick like Lou Gerigh

I dunno judo, but I go kee-ya

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



Listen, ya hear that, slut?

That was me

Pullin' this dick out ya butt

I'm a juggalo serial killa

Steady screamin' fuck ya'll

I stab bitches with a chainsaw



We walk around Compton

And watts beat 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 I.C.P.



We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos

All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete



We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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

All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete