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Just Another Crazy Chick Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

(from the album Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3)

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(Intro-J and Shaggy) I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (F**king go!) I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Noo!) Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian! (That shit's wack...aight, f**k that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....Wait I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball a second, listen!) I buck them all,f**k them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and  Twiztid (Noooo!!)  We used to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain  Or a mothaf**king pinky ring Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand If you see me on the dope train Ready to make a stand Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane they be lookin with a migrane While I catch a drain  And you know it's a f**king shame When you in this game Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain   Now do my niggaz, bust glocks, f**k wit us, bitch see It's the buggaz of the west, bust a trick, make em' bleed Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes Ain't nuttin else gonna be workin when you twirkin wit some pros Automatic with the carrier Silence on the barrier Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy!   We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete  We the clique that don't play Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J and burry it away I'm on a spree Killing for free Without a conscience Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique Hoes that pop lip Or get your neck slit Can eat a dick I'm having these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead watzup   We runnin deep on the lawn With the Psychopathic leathers on You say it's on We getting crunk at your funerals So come bring it on We Juggalo individuals (Woop Woop) Treat us like we criminals We just another crazy clique ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six All up in this bitch And we running shit We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw   We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you ant compete  Just another crazy clique to f**k around and bury ya  Taking care of ya We scarier Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstien Choking anybody I find I'm taking mine   You mothaf**kas can't get near it Cause you fear it I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh F**k you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya   Listen,(sluurrpp!) Ya hear that, slut? That was me,pulling this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming F**K YALL!  I stab bitches with a chainsaw  We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up We tearing clubs up, down south from the D Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP   We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete

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