Psychopathic Records, Cold 187um - Where Do We Go From Here? lyrics

Aw yeah, back here on the road, Hatchet style
American Psycho tour, this how the fuck we do
Right on the fly, Big Hutch, what up though?

See we be on that wicked shit, hit you quick
Hide your bitch you don't wanna fuck with
This, it's suicide, slit your wrists
Down with ICP, Blaze, Lotus and Twiztid
I'm also known for runnin' with
Them gangstas and convicts
I'ma say peace to all the Juggalos, you know
How they do do
When at the Gathering it's like whoop whoop
And I'ma say peace to all
The hustlers on the grind
Even though the evil be lurkin'
They still ain't afraid to shine
Now let me break it to
You so you all understand
I'm the Psychopathic family
Motherfuckin' hit me
Represent that big shot clique
Above the law
Fuck the world as I empty both the clips
'Cause shit might pop off when
I'm in your area some yellow tape
Coroner come to pick you up and bury ya
Don't get it mixed up
This ain't no accident
'Cause when I put the stamp
On it, it's permanent, bitch

Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
And where do we go from here?
Houston, Pittsburg, Wooster, Philly
And where do we go from here?
Orlando, Tampa, Richmond, New York

Bump it up, Mike
Let me show 'em what I'm cut like
Violent J
Kick 'em in the ass and leave a stuck Nike
Hangin' out they booty
I'm brutal when I'm moody
I consider sockin' suckers in the
Throat my civic duty
So fuck Judge Judy, Joe Brown
And fuckin' Wapner
I shook twelve cop cars and a helicopter
Judge Hatchet, I bopped her
The face painted monster
Juggafied mobster, see anyone that wants to
The Duke, baby, kingpin, big daddy Don Juan
Fuck with this, you long gone
Find your head in Hong Kon
I'm a genius gone wrong
Slap you with this long dong
This Psychopathic strong song'll knock your
Head like bong bong
ICP and Cold 187, combo made in heaven
Where do we go from here? Well
To the top we headed
Not some pop shit, stop it
Wicked when we drop it
I squeeze all the blood out your
Head and then chop it, rah!

Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
And where do we go from here?
Grand Rapids, Iowa, Denver, Salt Lake
And where do we go from here?
Tucson, Texas, Anaheim, and Chico

Another day, another city, another bitch
Another titty
Another switch to the murder committee
The innocent I pity
Another biggy bliggy bliggity hitting
Me in my kidney
Making most of my days a mystery
And we viciously attack
Maliciously making history
And then we all come sneakin' out the back
Got your contact from the bomb sack
In the back of the bus
With a couple of bitches
That's where I'm at

Bust like a G spot, Twiztid is the sure shot
Put that shit on everything
Like Frank's Red Hot
And they wonder what we got
Is it contagious or what
'Cause I'm better with every bounce and
We sharper with every cut
I'm up in the tour bus
And we headed from state to state
Dark Carnival's the life
And the livin' is just great
Got my brothers all around me and
Family up in the midst
Blowin' weed in the Faygo rain
And party until dead

Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
And where do we go from here?
Missoula, Boise, Portland, Reno
And where do we go from here?
Hartford, Columbus, Milwaukee, Detroit

Rock on with me
Rock on hit me with a whoop dub, whoop whoop
Rock on