Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Three 6 Mafia - Just Another Crazy Click lyrics

I choke you nah, hold up
Aight, listenfucking go
I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it
No!
'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
That shit's wackaight, fuck
Thataight, hold upaight, c'mon
Wait a second, listen!
I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all
We standing tall
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid

We used to -we used to -
We used to rob for them petty things
Like a gold chain
Or a motherfuckin' pinky ring
Now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train
I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in my right hand
Ready to make a stang
Old folks scared of eye gain
Out the window pane
They be looking with a migraine
While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fucking shame
When you in this game
Trying to sell to a sprung lane
I control your brain

To my niggas, bust Glocks, fuck wit' us
Bitch see
It's the buckest of the buck, bust a trick
Make em' bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga
Cover them hoes
Ain't nothin' else gon' be workin' when
You twerkin' wit' some pros (Bitch)
Automatic with the carrier
Silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face
Wildin' out like some cowboys
Ho, 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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

We the clique that don't play (Play)
Quick to rip your head off and
Hand it to Violent J (J)
And bury it away i'm on the spree
(What) , killing for free
Without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique
(What, what) hoes that pop lip can eat a
Dick or get your neck slit
I'm having these memory lapses of bodies off
In the caskets with no heads
Monoxide, ruler of the dead

We 50 deep on the lawn
With the Psychopathic leathers on (Biatch)
You say it's on, so come bring it on
We getting crunk at your funerals
Treat us like we criminals
We Juggalo individuals
We just another crazy clique, ICP, Twiztid
Triple Six
All up in this bitch and we running shit
We doin' 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 gon' lie put your guards up
Show them who really running the
Streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

Just another crazy clique to fuck
Around and bury ya
Taking care of ya, we scarier than malaria
I walk around your
Neighborhood like Frankenstein
Choking anybody I find, I'm taking mine
You mothafuckas can't get near it
'cause you fear it look at my glass eye
I'm sick like Lou Gehrig
I don't know judo, but I go KEE-YA!
Fuck you up so bad
A wheelchair couldn't see ya
Listen (POP) Ya hear that, slut? That was me
(What?) pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa
Steady screaming
"fuck y'all!" I stab bitches
With a chainsaw we walk around Compton and
Watts beatin' scrubs up
And right in Tim Dog's face
I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south and 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 gon' lie put your guards up
Show them who really running the
Streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close