Juggalo Anthem Lyrics (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)   
feat. Insane Clown Posse 
(Violent J) 
Killas kick the anthem like this 
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch 
Killas kick the anthem like this 
Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze 
 
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie) 
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket 
And beyond, recognize thug shit 
Poundin' out the trunk bitch 
Runnin' wit' a mother f**kin' hatchet 
you haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G 
B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead 
Still don't give a f**k (give a f**k) 
Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother f**kin' cuffs up 
Smokin' Hella trees
Abandon Ship lyrics

I was there on the morning of the birth,
Waiting to catch the first breath,
And I have seen more than I would have chosen,
I was present at the first sign of the death.
Some would say you should have seen it coming,
The poison seas were tearing at the shore,
And our island home was invaded, 
, tryin' to make a couple G's 
So a thug can get back on his feet 
Mean muggin', steady thuggin' 
And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about f**kin' 
Still loked out 
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out 
Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride 
So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side 
 
Chorus(Monoxide Child) 
Niggas kick the anthem like this 
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch! x 4 
 
(Blaze) 
Bitches freeze, you aint a thug or a G or a banga' 
You's a studio gangsta 
You aint about shit, scared to pull the trigga' 
That's what we call, a real bitch nigga' (bitch nigga') 
Sneekin' throug
Alternative, Baby lyrics

well, i see you up on stage and
i don't know just
what you're sayin', but you're my hero...
and a guy just kicked me in the head,
a little girl
just passed out dead, i'm in between a big jock
and a sweaty skinhead but i love you
whatever that means...but i don't wanna talk
to you, cause i k
h the hood, throwin' up a set 
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats 
  
Check this out, I'm a check your chin 
Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in 
Dumpin' clips in yo ass is what I'm all about 
Straight G from the clique on a paper route 
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville 
Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed 
 
Chorus(Monoxide Child) 
 
(Jaime Madrox) 
This is the battle for the planets 
We bring the thunder, givin' half the advantage 
F**k a style and a status 
Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal 
And got the nerve to tell a mother f**ker 'keep it real' 
We see through y'all fools, lik
Undressed To Kill lyrics

Working on the late shift --- first drink of the day.
Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way.
What kind of place am I in? And who's this over here?
Shaking through the silver bubbles climbing through my beer.
Won't let it move me, but I can't sit still.
Could you meet the eyes of a wo
e cellophane on the square pack 
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back 
We don't give a f**k, east side for life 
And if you aint got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight 
There aint no room for the hoe-hearted 
We give a f**k where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started 
F**k you and everybody in yo clique 
If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic 
I aint got time, to say no names 
It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game 
Besides f**k it, no speakin your name 
You're just a bitch in the game 
And y'all niggas gone' always be the same 
 
Chorus x8 
*Hammer slide*