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

It's fuck you wit dat
But if you a skank, let me hit dat
I'm Violent 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 Park
Gotta go, gotta get I get the wrap
Gotta off head, chilling in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't
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 and got some more
The of the axe, the night of the forty fuck

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

Yes, and gentlemen, he is the Juggla
cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit motherfucking heart out
You can see freak show at the world famous
of Carnage, keep juggling, motherfucker

'Cuz 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 'cuz I'm with Esham

rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head a Billy
Willy, Willy, your mouth
And the south

Running a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, up, ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't
With a psychotic wicked

Fucking my friends ain't
'Cuz I grab you by the and fuck you up
And like that bitch, that's 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 little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit twenty clowns in a

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

eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've about, what you've read
The juggling clowns will come
To your birthday party, wedding and bar
And cut your off for a small fee
The Juggla taking no shorts from nobody

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go

And the make it last
with 2 Dope and try and get trashed
My fucking fellas
Southwest killas

J, the psychopathic
Some say I'm schizofrantic
Others I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches it

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

The took my brain
And motherfuck, I want it
I'm nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and 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
'Cuz I said I'll mug ya
Now run on and don't fuck with the Juggla

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

Juggla, Juggla, with the Juggla
You can't with the Juggla
Tweedle-dee and
Let the fucking go