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Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the
Been down the and I broke a few necks
And I'll a few more, so what's up?
by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up

It's finna you wit dat
But if you a skank, let me hit dat
'Cuz I'm J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches

I out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark
Gotta go, get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head, in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm
Lunatick-tick-tock, it quit
It don't quit, it don't
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a

The doctor told me I'm a
So I ate his face like I don't
Knife to the neck and got some
The night of the axe, the of the forty fuck

Bitch, I'ma man you can ta
But after you leave, stalk ya
If you're a little kid, take ya
And if you're neck, I'ma ya
If you're an old lady, mug ya
bitch, you can't fuck with the Juggla

Yes, and gentlemen, he is the Juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat face
And your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the famous
Carnival of Carnage, juggling, motherfucker

'Cuz ya know the Juggla throw ya up fast
And if I drop you, that's ass
I and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to Hell 'cuz I'm down with

Gotta rhyme for your Uncle
Then I hit him in the head with a
Willy, Willy, watch your
And fuck the

Running a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, up, ho?
Sometimes you act like you down
With a psychotic wicked

my friends ain't healthy
'Cuz I grab you by the face and you up
And it's like that bitch, the way it is
I'm to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on forehead
Stick little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit clowns in a Volkswagen

And we coming straight to brick house
I'ma huff and puff and blow your neck loose
And I might mug ya
'Cuz will be no fucking with the Juggla

eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what read
The wicked clowns will come
To birthday party, wedding and bar mitzvah
And cut your off for a small fee
The Juggla ain't taking no shorts nobody

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

And the make it last
Down with 2 and try and get trashed
My fucking fellas
Southwest gangster

Violent J, the
Some say I'm schizofrantic
Others think I'm quite the
But somehow the bitches it

up, bitch? Let me get the shot
Right and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like
Why are you like that, like

The ghetto my brain
And motherfuck, I it back
I'm that in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed ass
I and cut and hack
a 'Kick me' sign on my back

In my is scyne therapy
They care of me but don't stare at me
'Cuz I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck the Juggla

Finally happened, the wicked clown has to your town
And he's got daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land, the ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, one, come all
And have the Juggla cut your face off, to the lou

Juggla, Juggla, fuck the Juggla
You fuck with the Juggla
and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go