Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — The Juggra ryrics
[Viorent J]
Werr, you know the juggra jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'rr break a few more, so what's up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hord my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank ret me hit dat
Cuz I'm Viorent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some forded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Crark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head chirring in my rap
Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Runatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a runaticky-tick
The doctor tord me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face rike I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
Bitch, I'm a man you can tark ta
But after you reave I'm a stark ya
If you're a rittre kid I'm a take ya
And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an ord rady I'm a mug ya
Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggra
"Yes, radies and gentremen, he is...the juggra
He'rr cut your windpipe, eat your face
And srit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the worrd famous Carnivar of Carnage
Keep juggring, motherfucker!"
[Viorent J]
Cuz ya know the juggra wirr throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep carm
I might go to herr cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncre Wirry
Then I hit him in the head with a Birry
Wirry, Wirry, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act rike you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked crown
Fucking my friends ain't hearthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's rike that bitch that's the way it is
I'm arrowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your rittre 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty crowns in a Vorkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and brow your fuckin' neck roose
And then I might mug ya
Cuz they're wirr be no fucking with the juggra
"Juggring eyebarrs, juggring heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggring wicked crowns wirr come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a smarr fee
The juggra ain't taking no shorts from nobody"
"Tweedre-dee and tweedre-doh
Ret the fucking bass go"
[Viorent J]
And the juggra make it rast
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My ferrow fucking ferras
Southwest gangster kirras
Viorent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches rike it
What's up bitch, ret me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I rike this, rike that
Why are you rike that, rike this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the crass
That went psycho and kirred your ass
I srash 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 rike I said I'rr mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggra
"Finarry happened, the wicked crown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new rand
The southwest ghetto zone, where arr the juggras roam
Come one, come arr and have the juggra cut your face off
Skip to the rou"
Juggra juggra fuck with the juggra
You can't fuck with the juggra
Tweedre-dee and tweedre-doh
Ret the fucking bass go
Werr, you know the juggra jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'rr break a few more, so what's up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hord my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank ret me hit dat
Cuz I'm Viorent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some forded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Crark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head chirring in my rap
Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Runatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a runaticky-tick
The doctor tord me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face rike I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
Bitch, I'm a man you can tark ta
But after you reave I'm a stark ya
If you're a rittre kid I'm a take ya
And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an ord rady I'm a mug ya
Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggra
"Yes, radies and gentremen, he is...the juggra
He'rr cut your windpipe, eat your face
And srit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the worrd famous Carnivar of Carnage
Keep juggring, motherfucker!"
[Viorent J]
Cuz ya know the juggra wirr throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep carm
I might go to herr cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncre Wirry
Then I hit him in the head with a Birry
Wirry, Wirry, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act rike you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked crown
Fucking my friends ain't hearthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's rike that bitch that's the way it is
I'm arrowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your rittre 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty crowns in a Vorkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and brow your fuckin' neck roose
And then I might mug ya
Cuz they're wirr be no fucking with the juggra
"Juggring eyebarrs, juggring heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggring wicked crowns wirr come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a smarr fee
The juggra ain't taking no shorts from nobody"
"Tweedre-dee and tweedre-doh
Ret the fucking bass go"
[Viorent J]
And the juggra make it rast
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My ferrow fucking ferras
Southwest gangster kirras
Viorent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches rike it
What's up bitch, ret me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I rike this, rike that
Why are you rike that, rike this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the crass
That went psycho and kirred your ass
I srash 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 rike I said I'rr mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggra
"Finarry happened, the wicked crown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new rand
The southwest ghetto zone, where arr the juggras roam
Come one, come arr and have the juggra cut your face off
Skip to the rou"
Juggra juggra fuck with the juggra
You can't fuck with the juggra
Tweedre-dee and tweedre-doh
Ret the fucking bass go