Letras: ICP (Insane Clown Posse). Juggalo Paradise.
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I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2
in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein
and that face is mine
I go to work at subway slicin hams
cut my finger off again (chop)
I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs
that like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time, though I call
(j, where the fuck you at) (the mall)
(did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so)
nobody sees what I see do they?
they just cast me inside put my away<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
no friends, no style no place to go
until I went juggalo
[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you
look at me now man brain dead
I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival deminions
so muthafuck your opinions
I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians
family, neighbors, best of friends
anybody, and if I don't kill em'
I keep'em in my basement and drill'em
just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden
I just let my fuckin mind unwind
I don't care what you think you don't intertwine
fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care
fuck everybody out there
I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves
I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls
I through giant ice bergs like snow balls
I serve title waves, drink molten rock
ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock
I go to Italy and straighten that tower
and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power
[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you
here I go again, another day
dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway
its ok, because I see behind it
and I keep myself reminded
none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see
are any better than me mothafucker
there just strugglin in the world they chose
I'm waiting on the wagons with my juggalos
I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2
in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein
and that face is mine
I go to work at subway slicin hams
cut my finger off again (chop)
I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs
that like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time, though I call
(j, where the fuck you at) (the mall)
(did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so)
nobody sees what I see do they?
they just cast me inside put my away<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
no friends, no style no place to go
until I went juggalo
[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you
look at me now man brain dead
I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival deminions
so muthafuck your opinions
I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians
family, neighbors, best of friends
anybody, and if I don't kill em'
I keep'em in my basement and drill'em
just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden
I just let my fuckin mind unwind
I don't care what you think you don't intertwine
fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care
fuck everybody out there
I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves
I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls
I through giant ice bergs like snow balls
I serve title waves, drink molten rock
ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock
I go to Italy and straighten that tower
and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power
[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you
here I go again, another day
dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway
its ok, because I see behind it
and I keep myself reminded
none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see
are any better than me mothafucker
there just strugglin in the world they chose
I'm waiting on the wagons with my juggalos
ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
ICP (Insane Clown Posse)