Juggalo Anthem lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Juggalo Anthem lyrics 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, 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 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 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, like 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  song lyrics