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

finna fuck 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 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 quit
It don't quit, it don't
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a

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

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

Yes, and gentlemen, he is the Juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat face
And slit your heart out
You can see this show at the world 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 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, watch mouth
And fuck the

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

Fucking my ain't healthy
'Cuz I grab you by the and fuck you up
And it's like 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 they
your little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit twenty in a Volkswagen

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

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

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go

And the Juggla it last
Down 2 Dope and try and get trashed
My fucking fellas
Southwest killas

Violent J, the
Some might say I'm
Others I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the like it

What's up, bitch? Let me get the
Right here and now, on the spot
Why am I like this, that?
Why are you like that, like

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

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

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

Juggla, Juggla, with the Juggla
You can't fuck the Juggla
and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go