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

finna fuck you wit dat
But if you a skank, let me hit dat
'Cuz I'm J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see folded up skank bitches naked

I pass out when it gets
And woke up at the Clark Park
go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta off head, chilling 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 told 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 of the forty fuck

Bitch, man you can talk ta
But after you leave, I'ma ya
If you're a little kid, I'ma ya
And if neck, I'ma break ya
If you're an old lady, mug ya
'Cuz bitch, you fuck with the Juggla

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

'Cuz ya know the Juggla throw ya up fast
And if I you, that's your ass
I and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to 'cuz I'm down with Esham

rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch mouth
And the south

Running with a gang of street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, up, ho?
you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked

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

in the hood want me for dead
So I my tag on they forehead
your little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit twenty in a Volkswagen

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

Juggling eyeballs, heads
you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked will come
To your birthday party, wedding and bar
And cut your off for a small fee
The Juggla ain't taking no from nobody

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

And the Juggla make it
Down with 2 and try and get trashed
My fellow fellas
Southwest killas

J, the psychopathic
Some say I'm schizofrantic
Others think I'm the psychic
But somehow the bitches it

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

The took my brain
And motherfuck, I want it
I'm that in the back of the class
went psycho and killed your ass
I and cut and hack
With a 'Kick me' sign on my

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

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

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