Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song) lyrics

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Bizarre


You see you wall off but your ceiling is for other dimensions

Why do I call myself a Juggalo?
Cause we be bangin' the Wicked sh*t and swimmin' off in the blood of mosh pits
We misfits are misunderstood
We got chapters of Family off in each and every hood

I'm a Juggalo and you can eat a di*k 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

Why do I call myself a Juggalo, b*tch?
Cause we keep that scrub life and f*ck that rich sh*t
And steal that new whip and platinum chain
To give it all to a Juggalo who 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 sh*t, looking in the mirror with my closed eating lipstick

Why do I call myself a Juggalo, sucka?
We don't give a motherf*ck what you got (MOTHERf*ckER!)
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 b*tch like Darth Vader
Keep it (East side!), live for the moment and die later
And we (Stay high!) 'til they unplug the respirator

I'mma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I'mma 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 b*tch (So Stir 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 suckas, we don't do shopping sprees at the mall
For affection, barely got money for Petro
b*tch, you must have forgot you f*ckin' with a Juggalo

You never know until the light goes out
It might go south and might get the barrel in your mouth
You lame hoes know when the Chainsmoker and the Phatso
Come together, lungs collapse with secondhand smoke
I'mma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I'mma 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
With half a million motherf*ckers 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!)
We cut throats like f*ck it and smilin' at you in court, b*tch
Independent, we gonna stand on our own
And prove to the whole world why we're heir to the throne

I keep a low profile, bumpin' low profile
Teeth like a crocodile, I bite that ass like a chocodile
f*ck it all now, I'm for the Underground
While all the rest bow down and di*k hound to the countdown
Most fly around the sound that I make while those who relate would rather die than hear it all change
Sounds strange, for sure, but everywhere that I go
I let 'em know that I'm a motherf*ckin' Juggalo

I'mma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I'mma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
U, U , U
I'mma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
We got a raw deal
But I'mma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
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