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psypher '17 (juggalo love) - insane clown posse lyrics

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[verse 1: lyte]
one f-cking question: tell me, where my juggalos at
this life is a blessing thank god that i chose rap
wicked clowns in your town know that the shows packed
down ’til i’m in the ground everybody knows that

fill ’em when i get it
so you better get the medic
i’m about to blow motherf-ckers wig back – dig that
breaking ya bones like a twig- crack
put it in the box like a big mac run and tell the pigs that
i said “f-ck the police til i’m dead!”
at least i’m a beast in my head
i’m violent
cause a riot, now bye fed!

(?)
stress took away ’cause i got it down dead rook
know that i’m fresh loose
(?)
higher and higher and this flow she die for
and i know this hydro that i blow is fire
just like a pyro, so check out my bio
i’m horned like a rhino and women admire

young lizzle, hotter than the sun (sizzle), bout to do my thug dizzle
blow up like scud missle
psychopathic hearthrob
heart guy- i could make a tongue drizzle
thats official. professional juggalo prolo
f-ck on my demons its a no-no
respect that logo

this show, ho, what i stand fo’
psychopathic breakers my fam-o
better watch, i’m about to eat ammo
cause i am the juggalo rambo
underground down, like a manhole
the mainstream cannot handle
i got sh-t for brains, i’m switching lanes
with the hatchet man sticker on the fambo

(?)
car full of ho’s
get swiped like barcodes
bottle full of narcos
up on the cieling at harpos
only at our shows
i’m a rockstar slash monstar
i know i’m goin’ f-ckin’ high star
i got a show to wreck, psychopathic soul to check
your city i’mma bop hard

then i stun a motherf-cker, you ain’t even gotta wonder
i’mma hit you with that thunder
i’m godzilla!
f-ck you, my squadrilla
deep past that mob k!lla

voodoo, clay, sh-gz, j, lyte and that ninja ouija
its all over, never weepy
say at the door when you see me
f-ck the tv, the radio, this only for a select few
the only way i’ll ever bury this hatchet is deep in your neck when i
end you

[verse 2: violent j]
throw up ya sign
blow up your nine
paw, pap, click, pop!
skull, cap, spit, slop!
fall back, click, chop!
all that, slick, pop!
draw, gat, kick, drop!
jaw, jack, get shot!
sword play and quick stomp!

it seems the demon lives deep inside of me
crying inside to
k!ll k!ll k!ll!
deep in my heart
’cause its got a deep part
please, i oughta be promising that i oughta be k!lled

throbbing my arteries
always it startles me
sure to be murder and
k!ll k!ll k!ll!

gotta be outta me
shocker, lobotomy!
i can’t take this side of me
i wanna be [demonic wheeze]

well see, its juggalo love
if you’re not a juggalo
and you got a lotta bullsh-t
a whole lotta ho sh-t
n-body know that ya owe sh-t
i know a whole lotta old sh-t
got a whole lot of bullsh-t

kinda wanna throw sh-t
kinda wanna throat slit
kinda wanna go get a 4’5th and hold it
load it
run up in silo and explode it
down the road into a benny (?) and unload it

oh sh-t – you so lit
blow sh-t in half and laugh – they don’t know sh-t!
smoke sh-t, go kid
full clip, a wall of gl-ss, you broke it! dope sh-t!
hocus pocus, need to focus- no, don’t blow this please!
triggers squeezing, chokin’, on these enemies croaking, bleeding, soaking!

greedy wiper, we be tokin’
screaming “heed the viper!”
in deep and the occupied and hyper
need a b-tt fails to go been a sniper
who proceeded to open fire – blaow!
now you need a diper!
if you really think the fam’ ain’t right for you
then bleed as this d-mn psypher do!

we fat chicks, hicks, black kids, cl-ts
psychics, bikers, dyk-rs, f-gs
slackers, crackers, junkies, druggies
thugs, scrubs, rubber necks and hacks
slugs, hackers, b-ms, lackers
winners, sinners, tweekers, drag queens
richies, b-tches, geezers, giddies
jerks, ex-birds, fats, flirts and gypsies!

but with add, hiv, pepsi, epilepsy, asthma, stress and s-x
arthiritis, meningitis, crones, herpes, scabies and b-tch t-ts
we movers, shakers, plumbers, painters, undertakers, pizza makers
lumberjacks, nuns for crack, some get slapped and stumble back!

but we real to each other
(buss ’em up, buss ’em up, slug ’em up, slug ’em up, f-ck ’em up, f-ck ’em up)
and we die for each other!
(gag ’em up, gag ’em up, slug ’em up, slug ’em up, back ’em up, back ’em up)

ride ’em out (ride ’em out)
take ’em out (take ’em out)
drag ’em out (drag ’em out)
break it out (break it out)
chop it up (chop it up)
risk takes!
lop it up, drop it in fish snacks!

[verse 3: big hoodoo]
my flows paint a portrait
vividly, heaven’s gate
my homeboys is insane literally leather face
i spit pure cocaine let it mentally resonate
it starts to sink in watch you physically levitate
juggalo love and its universal
my styles authentic and my words are hurtful
truth when i give it, no gimmic, raw with it , all in it, y’all get it
real f-cking with the fama’!

just cocaine and gang load of ammo is all i keep on me
please don’t sleep on me
undergroung overlord combat is my sport, front line in a war then when your ready for it
i’m rolling deep with fam, loading up the yeapa
n-gg-s cover up when the reaper start yelling like chewbacca
hoodoo suited up and dressed to k!ll i ain’t nothing but a mobster

i go hard fo’ the juggalo nation
spit in the face of anyone who want to say somethin’ otherwise
ride high when i fly by with my guys
all to so h-ll ’boutta break loose
show you how to make moves like a double o g from the hood
low key everybody know me i’ve been getting my grind on
detroit hit my bat with me before i signed on
i’ve got the whole city down ready to ride on
juggalo love everybody can vibe on (vibe on)

[verse 4: sh-ggy 2 dope]
it’s juggalo love because that sh-t lasts
every other love was shut off
you disagree? well, f-ck your b-tch -ss
you can f-ck the f-cking f-ck the f-ck off
you lick b-lls and it get soft
ill sock your whole head bald- wig off
rock your lid off, get head tossed get lost get kick in your lip gloss

i’ll take the hit to the halls that i ripped off
when a b-tch made my b-lls in a quick wash
with a d-ck payed raw, so i lipped off
switchblade to his jaw, made his sh-t fall
i dipped in his rip and zipped off
i kick b-lls and slit p-ssy lip walls
you told me to get lost, ’cause i get sauce
and f-ck this girl in the b-tt ’til my d-ck soft
she like d-ck sauce, her cl-t’s soft, man!
so she get tossed, then sh-t can
try to beat it up and lost ’cause the chick bossed
left in my drawers backwards, criss cross!
(jump!)
get the wig wash, to a stick clause
dope, black, fat, rick ross!
my sh-t (?), big costs
so cold on a room my sh-t frosts

straight to the chop chop
nope, never got pop
juggalo love move anything you got
my brother (?)
juggalo love everytime you hear the beat pound
everyday we put our feet down to the street sound
from guantanamo bay to greek town
its juggalo love but it won’t turn your freak down!

[verse 5: ouija macc]
ay hold up
coming up in the b-tch sw-ngin’
leaving ya f-cking head rangin’
hey wait
hatchet man hangin’
all on my necc and that motherfuccer blangin’
pull up or shut the fucc up cause you know that you busters ain’t finna do nothing
couple of holes in your face and i’m lighting your f-ckin’ -ss up like a pumpkin
can’t believe that is a vegetable and you are no longer able to function
kicking that baby spit i wonder who d-ck you’ve been sucking
thinking its gravy b-tch i got that biscuit and i’m dunking (boom)
bunch of k!llers in the function
pile of haters in the dungeon
homie sh-t we bout to crush em’
you f-cking stupid if you thought we wasn’t
lyte with me bout to rush em’
k!ll em’ all end of discussion
suckers claiming what they ain’t
leave em’ dripping like some paint
i ain’t even gotta rap
i was waiting for the shank
taking wicked sh-t back
y’all been making that sh-t fake
sneak dissing little b-tches we ain’t even in debate
pop off and get knocked off ya nose chopped off in yo face
hop off in that moth coffin get you bra off of me b-tch
who in the f-ck did you thought it was living the bottom of every murderer
ouija the goblin the demon the gurgalar thought they were burglar they never heard of her
creature like me i’m unheard of
jump on a track like a hurdler
foreign b-tch in a chopper
sin city baby burn it up
they found a third of the b-tch that i k!lled in the woods but they never discovered the cabin
i got your b-tch in a cabin
she off a bean and she laughing
next thing she blowing my phone up
asking me what the fucc happened
sorry fell off of the wagon
raiding into the medicine cabinet
comet with a come up bullsh-t but i’m crushing any f-cking thinking they fronting me
my moment has arrived
duck and i slide
juggalo love on my side
that sh-t ain’t ever gon’ die
run up on me and my posse we gon’ see whats poppin’ when i let my chopper decide
bullets collide
crumble your skeleton bl–dy to jelly tin
who wanna die
better hope all y’all hear this sh-t
ouija macc came here to peel this sh-t
never been shot but i drilled this sh-t
zip the body bag up when i k!ll this sh-t
for the knockoff brand trying to steal that sh-t
for the mainstream trying to conceal that sh-t
frontin’ on me you a stale -ss b-tch
you gonna ask yourself why you did that sh-t
no implants this some real -ss sh-t
the whole gang in the game bout to spill this sh-t
people in the back won’t miss this sh-t like the blind dude braile you can feel this sh-t
sure we need some barbed-wire to rip this sh-t
fatality mode let me finish it
never forget who the family is and the place you discovered the wicked sh-t

[everyone – outro]
i just wanna celebrate (cause juggalos don’t die!)
i just wanna celebrate (cause we ’17’in!)
i just wanna celebrate (cause juggalos don’t die!)
i just wanna celebrate (yeah, motherf-cker!)

[violent j]
ay, we better than glitter
quit pressing alb-ms up, you shouldn’t litter!
yeah, straight wicked sh-t spinners
juggalo for life, no quitters!

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