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Jugglers out to play...

Guess who's coming to your big
jesters kick it clowns
Circus painted frown
Carnival of creeping round

I'm J and I'm sick
They try to run me down but ya I'm too slick
And I slip and slide like a
Slip and slide with my
Welcome to my world as it and it twists
I'm a a funky little rhyme that you missed

And you'd be fucked up if that was really
Come see the one at the show of your
See me breathe and swallow a knife, right
I ain't nothing, Jack
But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd know
And we packin' funk
With a snap and a clap and a jump
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be
Step on up, ah...and kiss the

Kiss the

the bus
Violent J out
Barrels to your
And blow your face off

'cause ya know my is golden oh
Happen to me a Beverly show
Body asleep but my mind goes on
to the world of juggla's dome
First day I enrolled at the high
with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"
"Stand up and say your name, tell us yourself"
My name's 2 and I cut necks all to hell
Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to Dylan
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny
Rich boy never seen a jokero
you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry Dylan didn't to knock ya
Then I his dead body in my locker
To the next class don't be late
Finna ask Brenda on a little
I heard bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a Might Max a pair of gloves
to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the money-ass there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the
Threw her in the tub, 'cause the dumb stunk
How you doing Brenda, if I bend ya
rover, do me like Dundy
I'm ya'd like that, ya little skank
And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish

Back to the school, fat bitch in the
Couldn't fit her in, so I cut her booty out
Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell
Throwing up children on Del Ray
those fucking fucks, uh
Rich fucks, man, fuck those
Beverly Hills is Kills
I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival
Where's other little rich little fag
Looking for Brandon 'cause we can't him
I know my boys the bass go boom
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the room

"Aww, aww, Dylan. I your anus. Aww, you're so hot."

Kicked in the stall I kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in face and kicked in his
tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
Bust him in the with an empty Faygo bottle
Took him to the staircase, on his face
Road him down the bumpy
Can I hear him one last note
Stuffed his back his throat

to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, that fucker!
to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, stop that fucker!

Walking down the and I'm feeling like the shit
'cause all that's left is one skank ass
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's smelly
down your legs and up to your belly
But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't me
Let me him man, you're kick the can

"Come on, bitch, man. getting ready to die anyway.
Bitch, down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm
saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You die."

Okay, I'm not a raper
But ya still make paper
found dead in her bathroom
Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's
No, Kelly dead in her backyard
'cause choked on a Joker's Card
Smashed up chilling in my locker
wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her
Oh no, know what I'm about
one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking
Oh shit, they chase me 'cause found the bodies
Now I run my ass off, he-ho

Yelling, getting mad, you can them cuss
Didn't look ways and got hit by bus
Crunched up under, tangled in the
Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that
both my legs so I'm running on my hands
Then I seen so I clap 'cause I'm a big fan
And straight busted my on the street
And here the police...ya know