"Just Another Crazy Clique" lyrics

[Violent J (Shaggy 2 Dope):]
(I choke you... nah, hold up)
(A'ight, listen...) Fucking go
(I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it)
No!
('Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian)
That shit's wack... (a'ight, fuck that....a'ight, hold up)... a'ight, 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

[Juicy J:]
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

[DJ Paul:]
Now to my niggas that bust Glocks, fuck with 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' with some pros (Bitch)
Automatic weapon carrier, silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face, we wildin' out like some cowboys
Ho, we need the keys, and I'm talking like, now boy!

[Gangsta Boo:]
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

[Monoxide:]
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

[Jamie Madrox:]
We fifty deep on the lawn with the Psychopathic leathers on (Bitch!)
You say it's on, so come bring it on (Baby!)
We getting crunk at your funerals, treat us like we criminals
We Juggalo individuals
We just another crazy, (whoop, whoop!) clique, ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six
All up in this bitch, and we running shit (Yeah!)
We doin' drive-by's on all y'all with chainsaws (Yes! Yes!)
Pure, uncut, redefining rugged and raw

[Gangsta Boo:]
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

[Violent J (Shaggy 2 Dope):]
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 mothafuckers 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 killer, 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

[Gangsta Boo:]
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