Luyện nghe bài hát Joker & The Juggler / Let Me Go

Well you never that junk in the mix
I been down the road and I broke a few
And break a few more so what's up?
by me, Im gonna hold my nutz up!
It's fine ta you wit dat(wit dat)
I hear skank let me hit dat(hit dat)
I'm Violent J and I'm one to
I see some folded up skank bitches naked!
I pass out when it dark
and up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go go before I get the wrap!
chopped off head chillin' in my lap!
Mister shrink, mister shrink I'm
it don't quit
It quit, it don't quit
Mister I'm sick, a luna-ticy-tic

The doctor told me I'm a
So I ate his face I don't know
Knife to tha and I got some mo'
The night of the axe, the of the .44
I'm a man you can talk ta'
But you leave Im'a stalk ya
and if a lil' kid Im'a take ya
and if you're a neck Im'a ya
and if you're an old Im'a mug ya
BITCH!, YA CAN'T FUCK WITH THE JUGGLA!

Yes, and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your
And slit motherfucking heart out
You can see this show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
juggling, motherfucker!

'cause ya know the will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep
I might go to hell I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Willy
Then I hit him in the head a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch mouth
And fuck the

Running a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't
With a psychotic clown
my friends ain't healthy
'cause I grab you by the and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch the way it is
I'm to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the want me for dead
So I paint my tag on forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my
You can fit twenty clowns in a
And we coming to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your neck loose
And I might mug ya
'cause they're will be no fucking the Juggla!!!

Juggling eyeballs, heads
What you've heard about, you've read
The juggling wicked will come to your
party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a fee
The ain't taking no shorts from nobody

Tweedle-dee and
Let the fucking go

And the juggla it last
Down with 2 and try n' get trashed
My fucking fellas
Southwest killas
J, the psychopathic
Some say I'm schitsofrantic
think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the like it

What's up bitch, let me get the
here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, that
Why are you like that, like
The ghetto took my and motherfuck I want it back

I'm that nerd in the of the class
went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and
With a "Kick Me" sign on my
In my is scyne therapy
They take care of me, but stare at me
'cause like I I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't with the Juggla!!!

Finally happened, the wicked clown have to your town
And he's got your daughter by the
her a new land
The southwest zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, all and have the juggla cut your face off
to the lou

Juggla fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck the juggla

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go!