Raw Deal the Juggalo Songtext
von Twiztid
Raw Deal the Juggalo Songtext
Why do I call myself a Juggalo?
′Cause we be bangin' the wicked shit
An′ swimmin' off in the blood of mosh pits
We misfits and misunderstood
Got chapters of family off in each and every hood
I'm a Juggalo and you can eat a dick, if you′re not
And if you stare long enough, you′ll get you' eyeballs popped
I′m even worse now, since the first curse, I'll cut words into my leg until it hurts (oww)
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, bitch?
′Cause we keep that scrub life, and fuck that rich shit
And steal that new whip and platinum chain
To give it all to a Juggalo who's never had a thing
I′m a Juggalo in the worst way since the first grade
I've been plottin' my revenge on the world, hey
I can′t help it if I′m into weird shit
Looking in the mirror (killing everybody) with my closed eating lipstick
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, sucker?
We don't give a motherfuck what you got (motherfucker!)
We don′t brown-nose or hound-dog, no weak hoes
We stand at the bus stop in yesterday's clothes
I′m a chainsaw smoker, with a thirst for blood
And, since we're on the subject, can you give me some?
When I was nineteen, I tried to cut out my tongue
And mail it to the Devil, so he′d know my voice when I come
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, you hater?
We don't flip sides over a bitch, like Darth Vader
Keep it, East Side! Live for the moment, and die later
And we stay high! 'Til they unplug the respirator
I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
Killin' everybody
Now it don′t matter if you're painted or not
Hated a lot, we got a spot here, keepin′ it hot
We on some Moms and Pops, and givin' ya neck chops
And leavin′ the puddle of blood, right where your head drops
You can call the cops, but they ain't comin' ′round here
With some Juggalos runnin′ this bitch, so stand clear!
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, punk?
'Cause, we roll through the hood, with politicians in the trunk
Chicken′s in the front seat, straight to the balls
We ain't sucka′s, we 'on′t do shopping sprees at da' mall
Fo' affection, barely got money for petro
Bitch, you must have forgot, you fuckin′ with a Juggalo
You never know until the light goes out
It might go south and you might get the barrel in your mouth
You lame hoes know, when the Chainsmoker and the Phatso
Come together, lungs collapse with second-hand smoke
I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
Killin′ everybody
I call myself a Juggalo, 'cause my face painted
Y′all go ahead and kill the scene, we'll come back and recreate it
Half a million motherfuckers, lookin′ just like us
With contacts and bare face, all ready to bust
This ain't no civil war, we ain't civilized no more!
Cut throats like, fuck it, and smilin′ at you in court, bitch
Independent, we gon′ stand on our own
And, prove to the whole world why we' heir to the throne
I keep a low profile, but my low profile
Teeth like a crocodile, I bite that ass like a crocodile
Fuckin′ howl-owl, at all the underground
While the refs bow down at the account to make a countdown
Most flyin' around the sound that I make, but those who relate
Would rather die than hear it all change, (sauce up!) sounds strange
For sure, but everywhere that I go, I let ′em know that I'm a muthafuckin′ Juggalo (killin' everybody)
J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
A-A-A-A-L-O (we got a raw deal)
But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
U-U-U-U (killin′ everybody)
I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
Dub-dubba-dub-dubba-dubba G-O (we got a raw deal)
But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
A-A-A-A-L-O (killin′ everybody)
Not even, melt pieces of my heart
Rip it up, outta my chest
And smoshed it up amongst 'em
Special people in the world
Not necessarily the type of folk you wanna′
Drown a pig for or cut an eye out (we got a raw deal)
But you wanna bring 'em clothes (killin′ everybody)
To have a piece of your heart
′Cause we be bangin' the wicked shit
An′ swimmin' off in the blood of mosh pits
We misfits and misunderstood
Got chapters of family off in each and every hood
I'm a Juggalo and you can eat a dick, if you′re not
And if you stare long enough, you′ll get you' eyeballs popped
I′m even worse now, since the first curse, I'll cut words into my leg until it hurts (oww)
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, bitch?
′Cause we keep that scrub life, and fuck that rich shit
And steal that new whip and platinum chain
To give it all to a Juggalo who's never had a thing
I′m a Juggalo in the worst way since the first grade
I've been plottin' my revenge on the world, hey
I can′t help it if I′m into weird shit
Looking in the mirror (killing everybody) with my closed eating lipstick
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, sucker?
We don't give a motherfuck what you got (motherfucker!)
We don′t brown-nose or hound-dog, no weak hoes
We stand at the bus stop in yesterday's clothes
I′m a chainsaw smoker, with a thirst for blood
And, since we're on the subject, can you give me some?
When I was nineteen, I tried to cut out my tongue
And mail it to the Devil, so he′d know my voice when I come
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, you hater?
We don't flip sides over a bitch, like Darth Vader
Keep it, East Side! Live for the moment, and die later
And we stay high! 'Til they unplug the respirator
I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
Killin' everybody
Now it don′t matter if you're painted or not
Hated a lot, we got a spot here, keepin′ it hot
We on some Moms and Pops, and givin' ya neck chops
And leavin′ the puddle of blood, right where your head drops
You can call the cops, but they ain't comin' ′round here
With some Juggalos runnin′ this bitch, so stand clear!
Why do I call myself a Juggalo, punk?
'Cause, we roll through the hood, with politicians in the trunk
Chicken′s in the front seat, straight to the balls
We ain't sucka′s, we 'on′t do shopping sprees at da' mall
Fo' affection, barely got money for petro
Bitch, you must have forgot, you fuckin′ with a Juggalo
You never know until the light goes out
It might go south and you might get the barrel in your mouth
You lame hoes know, when the Chainsmoker and the Phatso
Come together, lungs collapse with second-hand smoke
I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
Killin′ everybody
I call myself a Juggalo, 'cause my face painted
Y′all go ahead and kill the scene, we'll come back and recreate it
Half a million motherfuckers, lookin′ just like us
With contacts and bare face, all ready to bust
This ain't no civil war, we ain't civilized no more!
Cut throats like, fuck it, and smilin′ at you in court, bitch
Independent, we gon′ stand on our own
And, prove to the whole world why we' heir to the throne
I keep a low profile, but my low profile
Teeth like a crocodile, I bite that ass like a crocodile
Fuckin′ howl-owl, at all the underground
While the refs bow down at the account to make a countdown
Most flyin' around the sound that I make, but those who relate
Would rather die than hear it all change, (sauce up!) sounds strange
For sure, but everywhere that I go, I let ′em know that I'm a muthafuckin′ Juggalo (killin' everybody)
J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
A-A-A-A-L-O (we got a raw deal)
But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
U-U-U-U (killin′ everybody)
I′ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
Dub-dubba-dub-dubba-dubba G-O (we got a raw deal)
But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O
A-A-A-A-L-O (killin′ everybody)
Not even, melt pieces of my heart
Rip it up, outta my chest
And smoshed it up amongst 'em
Special people in the world
Not necessarily the type of folk you wanna′
Drown a pig for or cut an eye out (we got a raw deal)
But you wanna bring 'em clothes (killin′ everybody)
To have a piece of your heart
Writer(s): Paul Methric, Jamie Spaniolo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com