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Well, you know the Juggla in the mixer
Been down the road and I a few necks
And I'll a few more, so what's up?
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my up

It's finna you wit dat
But if you a skank, let me hit dat
'Cuz I'm Violent J, even one to fake it
I see some folded up skank bitches naked

I pass out it gets dark
And woke up at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head, in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm
Lunatick-tick-tock, it quit
It don't quit, it quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a

The doctor me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't
Knife to the neck and got more
The night of the axe, the night of the fuck

Bitch, I'ma man you can ta
But you leave, I'ma stalk ya
If a little kid, I'ma take ya
And if neck, I'ma break ya
If an old lady, I'ma mug ya
bitch, you can't fuck with the Juggla

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is the
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your
And slit your heart out
You can see freak show at the world famous
of Carnage, keep juggling, motherfucker

'Cuz ya the Juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you, that's ass
I shake and twist, try to calm
I might go to Hell 'cuz I'm down Esham

Gotta for your Uncle Willy
I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your
And the south

with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, up, ho?
Sometimes you act like you down
With a psychotic wicked

Fucking my ain't healthy
'Cuz I you by the face and fuck you up
And like that bitch, that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in biz

Sets in the want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they
your little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit clowns in a Volkswagen

And we coming straight to your brick
I'ma huff and puff and blow your fucking loose
And I might mug ya
'Cuz they're will be no fucking the Juggla

Juggling eyeballs, heads
What you've about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns come
To birthday party, wedding and bar mitzvah
And cut your back off for a fee
The Juggla ain't no shorts from nobody

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

And the Juggla make it
Down 2 Dope and try and get trashed
My fellow fucking
Southwest gangster

J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm
Others think I'm the psychic
But somehow the like it

What's up, bitch? Let me get the
Right and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like
Why are you like that, this?

The ghetto took my
And motherfuck, I it back
I'm nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed ass
I slash and cut and
With a 'Kick me' on my back

In my corner is scyne
They take care of me but stare at me
'Cuz like I said mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck the Juggla

Finally happened, the clown has come to your town
And got your daughter by the hand
her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, come one, all
And have the cut your face off, skip to the lou

Juggla, Juggla, with the Juggla
You can't fuck with the
and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go