[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks

And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna $#&@ you wit' dat

But if you a sewer !@$# let me hit dat
Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up !@$# (*##$es naked

I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap

Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit

It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho

So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty $#&@

(*##$, I'm a man you can talk ta
But after you leave I'm a stalk ya
If you're a little kid I'm a take ya

And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya
Cuz (*##$, you can't $#&@ with the juggla


"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face

And slit your mother$#&@ing heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
Keep juggling, mother$#&@er!"


[Violent J]
Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast

And if I drop you that's your $$#
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham

Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth

And $#&@ the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up (*##$, ah, what's up ho?

Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
$#&@ing my friends ain't healthy

Cuz I grab you by the face and $#&@ you up
And it's like that (*##$ that's the way it is
I'm allowed to $#&@, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'

You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your $#&@in' neck loose

And then I might mug ya
Cuz they're will be no $#&@ing with the juggla


"Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to your

Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody"


"Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the $#&@ing bass go"


[Violent J]
And the juggla make it last

Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow $#&@ing fellas
Southwest gangster killas

Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the (*##$es like it
What's up (*##$, let me get the shot

Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that
Why are you like that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and mother$#&@ I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class

That went psycho and killed your $$#
I slash and cut and hack
With a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me, but don't stare at me

Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't $#&@ with the juggla

"Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand

Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
Skip to the lou"

Juggla juggla $#&@ with the juggla

You can't $#&@ with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the $#&@ing bass go