[Intro: Violent J]
k**as kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b**h, up in this b**h
k**as kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze
[Verse 1: Blaze]
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket
And beyond, recognize thug sh**
Poundin' out the trunk b**h
Runnin' wit' a mother f**in' hatchet
You haters, you s** dick was a thug, became a G
B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead
Still don't give a f** (give a f**)
Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother f**in' cuffs up
Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean muggin', steady thuggin'
And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about f**in'
Still loked out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat a** ride
So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side
[Hook: Monoxide]
n***as kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b**h, up in this b**h!
X4
[Verse 2: Blaze]
b**hes freeze, you ain't a thug or a G or a banga'
You's a studio gangsta
You ain't about sh**, scared to pull the trigga'
That's what we call, a real b**h n***a' (b**h n***a')
Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats
Check this out, I'm a check your chin
Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo a** is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake b**hes with the Louiville
Beat a n***a' to the pavement, another b**h k**ed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jaime Madrox
This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin' half the advantage
f** a style and a status
Half of y'all hummin' off a half a** deal
And got the nerve to tell a mother f**er "keep it real"
We see through y'all fools, like cellophane on the square pack
You bite our sh**, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a f**, east side for life
And if you ain't got heart, don't expect to have your sh** tight
There ain't no room for the ho-hearted
We give a f** where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started
f** you and everybody in yo clique
If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
I ain't got time, to say no names
It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game
Besides f** it, no speakin your name
You're just a b**h in the game
And y'all n***as gone' always be the same
[Hook x8]