Listen up    I wanna tell you, tell you something    Listen up    I wanna tell you, listen, listen up    I want you to know we're serious    Listen    Listen up    Listen    From us, to you       For a little grip now, we been rocking your ass    The future ain't scary cause we got the past    Can't nothing ever take away the Gatherings    You can take what's happening now,    not what I'm rapping about    And I remember every Hallowicked to a T    And every Project Born, Marz, Esham, and Myzery    And even though I don't remember your name    from the instore    Swear to God, I couldn't love you anymore    Do you mention the Abyss at Virginia Beach?    And out of state you're so hot, Juggalos reach    (Juggalos reach)    And what about the Bronco Bowl in Deep Ellem?    And that crazy ass house club in Houston? (Tell them)    Twenty thousand websites, hotlines, and clubs    Gang bangers, codes, nobody's and scrubs    To every last Juggalette that turned me out    Thank you much, and I hope to see you on the next route    You know everybody hates on this world of ours    And if you learn one thing from the Joker Cards    Let it be the other shit is six different views    Diamond any way you choose    And we love you       (Chorus)    I guess it's time    That I told you    How great you are    I guess it's time    That I told you    How great you are       They told me to sing it any way I could bring    Hurry up    Pay attention    Stop    Mike P.    1, 2    Stop, stop    Open up your earlobes    ICP    Stop, stop    Rubber game       Listen       Me and Krayzie Bone, we marinade in the flats    Representing Cleveland, and we could press your stats    I rock trees, frog shop    I rock the octave    Nautica and Theo 4 times 10 (Who?)    Every time we play Denver, cars get rolled over    Juggalos get pissed when the show's over    Even cities that I leave, they not letting me in    They let me know if they a Juggalo    through thick and through thin    I like Twiztid    Independent    Free standing    And always down to give a helping hand in    And to everybody else out there, do your thing    Cause it ain't no ducking when the hatchet swings    We try to sing, we try to rap    We try to rock and spit    (CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS WICKED SHIT!)    Even if we foggy and we still ain't clear    In three years later, you'll look back and tip us a beer       (Chorus)    I guess it's time    That I told you    How great you are    I guess it's time    That I told you    How great you are       I wanna tell you I love all the letters ya'll    Got them hung up on the fridge    and all up on the garage wall    What about these Mini-Gatherings we hear?   Ya'll don't be surprised when we walk up in there    With Vampiro and Sabu flying above    Representing the Juggalos with nothing but love    On TV, they make them try to hide their shit    But real Juggalos always bear the hatchet    And all the fresh titty bars DJ's with mullets    All nuts while we there, but you hate us and love them    Yes, you groupie as fuck, and good to go    But don't get excited thinking makes you a Juggalo    Yes, we gather once a year, big top above    We give shit like Big Silva nothing but love    But you gotta be fresh and with open mind    Or your ass get left behind    That's why I love ya'll       (Chorus 2x)    I guess it's time    That I told you    How great you are    I guess it's time    That I told you    How great you are