[Violent J]
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this biiiitch.....
[Blaze]
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket and beyond
Recognize thug shit
Poundin' out the trunk bitch
Runnin' with a motherfuckin' hatchet
You haters, you suck dick
Once a thug became a G
B to the L to the A-Z-E
Still dead
Still don't give a fuck
Sportin' all black khaki's with the muthafuckin' cuffs on
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 hood rats, all about fuckin'
Still loc'd out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin' to come up on the lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top and parlay thru the Eastside
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Bitches freeze
You ain't a thug or a G
You're a banger
You's a studio gangsta
You ain't about shit, scared to pull the trigger
That's what we call a real bitch nigga
Creepin' thru the hood, throwin' up his set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idle threats
Check this out, I'ma check yo' chin
Close yo' mouth before I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo' ass is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louisville
Throw a nigga to the pavement, anotha bitch killed
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
[Jamie Madrox]
This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin' half to you bandits
Fuck a style and a status
Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal
And got the nerve to tell a mothafucka keep it real
We see thru y'all fools like cellophane on a square pack
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a fuck, Eastside for life
And if you ain't got heart,
don't expect to have yo' shit tight
There ain't no room for the ho-hearted
We give a fuck where you at or who you wit',
or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in yo' clique
If you don't run with a hatchet
Or claim to Psychopathic
I ain't got time to say no names
It's only gay rhymes
No holla, we been in the game
Besides, fuck even speakin' your name
You just a bitch in the game
And y'all niggas gon' always be the same
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
(UP IN THIS BITCH!!)
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
(UP IN THIS BITCH!!)
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
(UP IN THIS BITCH!!)
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this biiiitch, biiiiiitch.....
