[Chorus X2]
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WHOOP I cant get
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WHOOP this wicked shit
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WHOOP out my system
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WHOOP and it ain't never quittin'
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JUGGALO JUGGALO I don't wash my pants, I'm a SCRUBBALO
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Bitch, this the wicked shit
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Just bumpin' this'll get you a fat lip
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Another card is comin'
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Gettin' your guard or somethin'
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Start runnin'
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I break off into 6 mini ninjas
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Cut through your neck across many inches
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The bass rattle my balls I cant help it
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Spit so hard on the mic I melt it
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I'm legendary scary
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Make the tooth fairy pussy hairy
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Shoot you in the head
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I'm Michigan military
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Stick my boot up your dingleberry and marry
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Bust you in the head with a hammer like tom and jerry
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AMB and Clay with the 3 claw attack
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Big J in the back
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With the fully auto mac like
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[Chorus X2]
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I love the haters, they hate us cuz the shit we do is so fresh,
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Underground, love n rep beneath the surface,
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Runnin and keep it wicked with JUGGALO'S and 'LETTES,
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Because we keepin it family till the fuckin death,
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Blow the blow the roof off this bitch
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If we WHOOP one more time then someones wig splits,
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WHOOP like its easy WHOOP with AMBeezy,
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WHOOP with ICP and DJ CLeezy
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WHOOP its young wicked in the hatchet crew,
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If my boys ain't down with a rapper I'ma clap 'em too,
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Who the fuck could it be? OT
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Hoes in the beat
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Dead fallin' from the mic to my feet,
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Ill beat yo head into the street
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With no mask on the surveillance tape,
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The cops got a good look at my face,
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Holdin the sign with the mixtape release date
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[Chorus X2]
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Bone stub I spit that wicked blood
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Flowin out my mouth as I do my thing and kick it
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My steel I keeps it hella real
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Head up I cut myself everytime I make the kill
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Let the truth be told your girly loves it
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Send her over, cuz I be like fuck it, I let her know
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Chokin and stabbin her face like its nothin
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Muthafucker I ain't frontin its murder lovin like
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WHOOP
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Throw your hands up if you aint JUGGALO
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Burn a hole in the carpet when you hit the flo'
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We WHOOP we roll, no need to ask questions
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Turn on your local news top story at eleven
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Make the world stop, dead on its axis
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Hatchet swingin so fast make it spin backwards
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Body count risin faster than your eye blink
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We got the [?] and blood, you just added the ink
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[Chorus X4]
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Whoop!
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
