the juggla lyrics – icp

the juggla

well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
been down the road and i broke a few necks
and i’ll break a few more, so what’s up?
road by me on the corner, i’m a hold my nuts up

it’s finna f*ck you wit dat
but if you a sewer sk*nk, let me hit dat
‘cuz i’m violent j, ain’t even one to fake it
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 get before i get the wrap
gotta chopped off head, chilling in my lap

mr. shrink, mr. shrink, i’m sick
lunatick-tick-tock, it don’t quit
it don’t quit, it don’t quit
mr. shrink, i’m sick, a lunaticky-tic

the doctor told me i’m a psycho
so i ate his face like i don’t know
knife to the neck and got some more
the night of the axe, the night of the forty f*ck

b*tch, i’ma man you can talk ta
but after you leave, i’ma stalk ya
if you’re a little kid, i’ma take ya
and if you’re neck, i’ma break ya
if you’re an old lady, i’ma mug ya
‘cuz b*tch, you 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 tagging’
you can fit twenty clowns in a volkswagen

and we coming straight to your brick house
i’ma huff and puff and blow your f*cking 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 bar mitzvah
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 and get trashed
my fellow f*cking fellas
southwest gangster killas

violent j, the psychopathic
some might say i’m schizofrantic
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 has 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

/ icp lyrics