The Juggla Lyrics

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mix
I been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Roll by me on the corner, I'ma hold my nuts up
And spit a "fuck you" wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank, let me hit dat
Cause Violent J ain't even one to fake it
I done seen some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get, before I get the rap
Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Luna-tick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a luna-ticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty four
Bitch, I'm a man you can talk to
But after you leave, I'ma stalk ya
If you're a little kid, I'ma take ya
And if you're neck, I'ma break ya
If you're an old lady, I'ma mug ya
Cause biiiitch...you can't fuck with the juggla
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla. He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face, and slit your motherfucking heart. You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage. Keep jugglin', mothafuckaaaaa!!!

Cause ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cause I'll grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch, that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me fo' dead
So I paint my tag on they fo'head
Stick your little K by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'ma huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
And then I might mug ya
Cause there'll be no fuckin'...with the juggla

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

Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go

And the juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and John Kickchass
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangsta killas
Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schizophrenic
Others think I'm klepto-psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up bitch, let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this (like that)
Why are you like that (like this )
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck, I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my court-assigned therapy
They take care of me
But don't stare at me
Cause like I said, I'll mug ya
Now run on home...and don't fuck with the juggla

It's finally happened!! The wicked clown has come to your town, and he's got your daughter by the hand, showing her a new land. The Southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam. Come one, come all, and have the juggla cut your face off. Skip to the lou!!

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fuckin bass go