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Well, you know the Juggla in the mixer
Been the road and I broke a few necks
And break 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 Violent J, ain't even one to it
I see some folded up skank bitches naked

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz ya know the Juggla throw ya up fast
And if I drop you, your ass
I shake and twist, try to calm
I might go to Hell 'cuz I'm with Esham

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

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

Fucking my friends healthy
'Cuz I grab you by the face and you up
And it's that bitch, that's the way it is
I'm to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood 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 straight to your brick
I'ma huff and puff and blow your neck loose
And then I mug ya
'Cuz will be no fucking with the Juggla

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

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

And the Juggla it last
Down with 2 Dope and try and get
My fucking fellas
Southwest gangster

J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm
Others think I'm quite the
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, this?

The ghetto took my
And motherfuck, I want it
I'm that nerd in the back of the
That went psycho and your ass
I slash and cut and
a 'Kick me' sign on my back

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

Finally happened, the wicked clown has to your town
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 have the Juggla cut your face off, to the lou

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