Violent J - Juggalo Anthem lyrics

[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]