Juggalo Anthem Lyrics

Juggalo Anthem Lyrics

(Violent J)
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b**ch, up in this b**ch
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 sh*t
Poundin' out the trunk b**ch
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, 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 b**ch, up in this b**ch! x 4
(Blaze)
b**ches freeze, you aint a thug or a G or a banga'
You's a studio gangsta
You aint about sh*t, scared to pull the trigga'
That's what we call, a real b**ch nigga' (b**ch nigga')
Sneekin' through 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 b**ches with the Louiville
Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another b**ch 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, like cellophane on the square pack
You bite our sh*t, 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 sh*t 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 b**ch in the game
And y'all niggas gone' always be the same
Chorus x8
*Hammer slide*