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Текст (слова) песни: Twiztid - Leff Field

Smoke a square and then prepare yourself
Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something
Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch
Me and Violent, Me and Violent J
I`m the wickedest of wicked and by far
I`m destined for greatness
Killing off you people hate this
Now you can raise us in the top notch
Mag or book
And we still won`t give you fags a look
Bitch boy, I`m gay-bashing
Come see my gun
I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one)
My mental picture is painting me something ugly
And I still don`t understand how my hands got all bloody
It`s the Juggla!
A juggalo role-model
I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle
And then you meet me and expect a nice guy
You`re lucky I ain`t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs)
When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking
in a blood bath
With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head)
I`m getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J
And we don`t give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say
We speak the word and he unheard the mystify
And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye
It`s a long dark ride, where you going there ain`t no holding back
I`m the reaper in this bitch, there ain`t no coming back
My tongue in fact conceal a casket
And spit some shit, so off the rip, it`s a classic
Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch
Ain`t yo mamma ever taught you shit
We stab individuals in they fatal spots
You got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!)
I remember when we first got started
Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!)
Finally got you in the front row wilin
Now I`m gonna do it again with Zug Izland
I`m a axe holder, user, deep throater
Wouldn`t know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless
My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass
I see spirits and I talk to people that ain`t there
They seem to vanish in thin air
Why don`t you get ghost homie, raise up
While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?)
Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?)
Fuck everybody else, and I don`t want to hear about
And I don`t give a fuck if you know someone that`s down
I`ll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around
I won`t sign nothing
Fuck taking a picture
Fuck shaking your hand, I`ll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!)
Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break
There`s your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)

 

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