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8. Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song)


Why Do I Call Myself A Juggalo 
Cuz We Be Bangin The Wicked Shit And Swimming Off In The Blood
Of Mosh Pits We Misfits And Misunderstood 
We Got Chapters Of Family Off In Each In Every Hood 

I'm A Juggalo And You Can Eat A Dick 
If Your Not And If Your Still Long Enough You Get Eye
Balls Popped I'm Even Worse Now Since 
The First Curse Ill Cut Words Into My Leg Until It Hurts
(Oww)

Why Do I Call Myself A Juggalo Bitch 
Cuz We Keep That Scub Live And Fuck That Rich Shit And
Steal That New Whip And Platinum Chain 
And Give It All To A Juggalo Who's Never Had A Thang 

Imma Juggalo In The Worst Way Since The First Grade 
Ima Plot My Revenge On The World Hey 
I Cant Help If I'm Into Weird Shit 
Lookin In The Mirror With My Eyes Closed Eatin Lipstick

Why Do I Call Mysefl A Juggalo Sucka 
We Don't Give A Mutha Fuck What You Got (Mutha Fucka)
We Don't Brown Nose Or Hound Dog No Weak Hoes 
We Stand At The Bus Stop In Yesterdays Clothes

I'm A Chainsaw Smoker With A Thirst For Blood 
Since Were On The Sub-Deck Can You Get Me Some 
When I Was 19 I Tryed To Cut Off 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 Vadar 
Keep It (East Side) Live For The Moment And Die Later 
And We Stay High Till They Unplug The Respirator

Ima Be An J-U-Doulble G -A -L-O We Got A Raw Deal 
But Imma Be A J-U-Double G A Lo I'm Killin Every Body

It Don't Matter If Your Painted Or Not Head It A lot 
We Got A Spot Here Keepin Hot We On Some Moms And Pops 
And Give Neck Chops And Leaving A Puddle Of Blood 
Right Where Your Head Drops You Can Call The Cops 
But They Ain't Comin Around Here 
Its The Juggalos Runnin This Up In Bitch So Stand Clear

Why Do I Call My Self A Juggalo Punk 
Cuz We Roll Thru The Hood With Politicians In The Trunk
Chickens In The Front Seat Straight To The Balls 
We Aint Suckas We Don't Do Shoppin Sprees At The Malls 
For Affection Barely Got Money For Pedro 
Bitch You Musta Forgot You Fuckin With A Juggalo

Youll Never Know Till The Lights Go It Might Go South 
And You Might Get The Barrel In Your Mouth

You Lame Hoes Know When The Chain Smoker 
And The Phatso Come Togetther Lungs Colapse From Second Hand Smoke 


Ima Be An J-U-Doulble G -A -L-O We Got A Raw Deal 
But Imma Be A J-U-Doulbe G A Lo By Killin Every Body

I Call Myslef A Jugglao Cuz My Face Painted Yall Go Ahead 
And Kill The Scene We'll Come Back And Recreate 
It Half A Million Mutha Fuckas Lookin Jus Like Use 
With Contacts Adn Band Aids All Ready To Bust

This Aint No Civil War We Aint Civilized No More 
We Cut Throat Like Fuck It And Smiling At You In Court 
Bitch Independent We Gunna Stand On Our Own 
And Prove To The Whole World Why We Added The Throne 

I Keep A Low Profile 
But Low Profile Teeth Like Crocadile 
I Bite That Ass Like A Crocadile 
Fuck It All Round Underground 
While The Rest Bow Down To (?) 
Had To Make A Count Down Most Fly
Around The Sound That I Make Those Too Late Would Rather Die 
Then Hear It All Change Sounds 
Show But Everywhere That I Go everywhere 
That I Go I Let Em Know That Im Mutha Fuckin Juggalo

Ima Gunna Be An J-U-Doulble G -A -L-O We Got A Raw Deal 
But Imma Gbe A J-U-Doulbe G A Lo By Killin Every Body

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