I choke....nope, nah, hold up.
Aight, listen....Fucking go!! 

I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! 
(Nooo!!) 
Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!! 
(That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!) 
I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball 
I buck them all 
Fuck 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 mothafucking pinky ring 
Now it's gold cane 
If you see me on the dope train 
I'm the dope man 
Cigarettes in my right hand 
Ready to make a stand 
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 niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see 
It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed 
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes 
Ain't nuttin' else gon' 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 
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 
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J 
And bury it away 
I'm on the 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 
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 
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 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 
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos 
I'll 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 them who really running the streets with them Calicos 
I'll 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 Gerigh 
I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! 
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya 

Listen....(slllllooooppppp!!)
Ya hear that, slut? 
That was me...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 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 
I'll 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 them who really running the streets with them Calicos 
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close