I choke....nope, nah, hold up.  Aight, listen....Fucking go!!     I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!   (Nooo!!)   Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!!   (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 them all   Fuck them all   (Yeah!)   We standing tall   (Whooooo!!)   Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and   Twiztid... (Noooo!!)     We used to--we used to--   We used to rob for them petty thangs   Like a gold chain   Or a mothafucking pinky ring   Now it's gold cane   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 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 niggaz, 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 from wilding out like some cowboys   Hoe, 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 doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws   Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw     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 them who really running the streets with them Calicos   I'll 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 them who really running the streets with them Calicos   I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close     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 Gerigh   I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!   Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya     Listen....(slllllooooppppp!!)  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 beat scrubs up   And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up   We tearing clubs up, down south from the D   Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP     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 them who really running the streets with them Calicos   I'll 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 them who really running the streets with them Calicos   I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close