Тональность: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
I stab you with an umbrella
and then open it
Cuz I'm sick like a diseased
Ethiopian
I'll peel your cat back with a cannonball I buck em all,
fuck em all, you're steaming
tall
We used to, we used to, we used
to rob for them petty things
Like a gold chain, no,
a motherfuckin' peckin' ring
That was cocaine,
Bbdim
if you see me on the dope train
Em
C
Bbdim
I'm the dope man,
Em
cigarettes in my right hand
C
Bbdim
Em
Ready to make a stain,
old folks scared of eye gain
Out the window pain,
they be lookin' with a migraine
While I catch a drink,
Bbdim
F#
Bbdim
F#
and you know it's a fuckin' shame
Em
F#
When you in this game,
Bbdim
G
Em
tryna sail to a sprung lane
I control your brain
I do my niggas bust clocks,
fuck with us, bitch, see
It's the buckets of the boat,
bust a drink, make him bleed
F#
Do his neck, do his back,
Em
nigga, cover them hoes
C
F#
Bbdim
Ain't no vest gon' be workin' when
C
you twerkin' with some clothes
Em
Automatic weapon carrier,
talons on the barrier
Hang him in the closet,
kidnap the treasurer
C
Bandanas on her face,
Bbdim
me wildin' out like some cow boys
F#
Bbdim
Hoes, we need the
Em
G's, and I'm talkin' like now, boys
Just another crazy clique,
doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out to look,
bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Bbdim
F#
Put your guns up,
Bbdim
show them who really runnin' the streets
With the calicoes, all kinds of shit,
Em
bitch, you can't confuse
Another crazy clique,
doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out to look,
Bbdim
bitch, I ain't gon' lie
F#
Put your guns up,
Bbdim
F#
Bbdim
show them who really runnin' the streets
With the calicoes,
F#
all kinds of shit, bitch, you
Em
We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to
Violent
J
F#
And bury it away, I'm on the spree
Bbdim
F#
Killin' for free, without a conscience
Bbdim
Bitches, we on a mission to bum shit
F#
Em
Twisted
ICP with that triple six click
C
Holds that pop lip, can't eat a dick,
Em
go get your next slit
Bbdim
I'm havin' these memory lapses,
F#
the body's off in the caskets
Bbdim
With no heads, monoxide,
F#
ruler of the dead
Em
We diggin' deep on the loan with
the psychopathic leather zone
C
You say it's on, so come bring it on
Em
We gettin' drunk at your funerals,
C
Em
treat us like we criminals
G
Em
G
Em
We juggalo individuals,
we just another crazy clique
ICP twisted triple six,
all up in this bitch and we runnin' shit
We doin' drive -bys on all y
F#
'all with chainsaws
Em
You're uncut, redefined, rugged and raw
We be just another crazy clique,
doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out to look,
F#
bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Bbdim
Put your guns up,
show them who really runnin' the streets
With the calicoes, all kinds of shit,
Em
bitch, you can't compare
Just another crazy clique,
doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out to look,
Bbdim
bitch, I ain't gon' lie
F#
I put your guards up,
Bbdim
show them who really runnin' the streets
With those calicoes, all kinds of shit,
F#
C
bitch, you can't compete
Em
Another crazy clique to fuck
around and bury ya
Taking care of ya, we scarier than malaria
F#
I'm walkin' round your
neighborhood like
Bbdim
F#
Franken stein
Bbdim
Jokin' anybody I find,
Em
You motherfuckers can't get near it,
cause you're fearin'
Look in my glass eye, I slip like
Lou
Gehrig
Bbdim
I don't know
Jude
F#
O 'Keefe, but I go
KIA
Bbdim
Fuck you up so bad,
do a wheelchair kick
F#
Em
And see ya, listen, you hear that slutty?
That was me,
pullin' this dick out your butt
F#
Bbdim
I'm a juggernaut serial killer ,
F#
Bbdim
steady screamin' fuck y 'all
F#
I stare at bitches with a chainsaw
Em
We walk around couplin' in watts,
beatin' scrubs up
And right in
Tim
Don's face, I throw the dubs up
Bbdim
We tear the clubs up,
F#
Em
F#
that's up in the deep
Bbdim
F#
Three, six, y 'all, twisted,
N -I -C -B, baby
Em
Just another crazy clique,
doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you had to look,
F#
bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Bbdim
F#
Put your guns up,
Bbdim
show them who really runnin' the streets
With the calicoes, all kinds of shit,
F#
Em
bitch, you can't come dust
Another crazy clique doin'
whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you had to look,
bitch, I ain't gon' lie
F#
Put your guns up,
show them who really runnin' the streets
With the calicoes
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