Psychopathic Artists Juggalo Anthem - Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics

[Violent J]
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____, up in this b____
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 s___
Poundin' out the trunk b____
Runnin' with a m_________in' hatchet
You haters, you suck d___
Once a thug became a G
B to the L to the A-Z-E
Still dead
Still don't give a f___
Sportin' all black khaki's with the m____fuckin' 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 f___in'
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 a__ ride
So I can drop the top and parlay thru the Eastside

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

b____es freeze
You ain't a thug or a G
Or a banger
You's a studio gangsta
You ain't about s___, scared to pull the trigger
That's what we call a real b____ n____
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' a__ is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake b____es with the Louisville
Throw a n____ to the pavement, anotha b____ killed

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

[Jamie Madrox]
This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin' half to you bandits
f___ a style and a status
Half of y'all hummin' off a half a__ deal
And got the nerve to tell a m________a keep it real
We see thru y'all fools like cellophane on a square pack
You bite our s___, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a f___, Eastside for life
And if you ain't got heart,
don't expect to have yo' s___ tight
There ain't no room for the ho-hearted
We give a f___ where you at or who you wit',
or how you got started
f___ 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, f___ even speakin' your name
You just a b____ in the game
And y'all n____s gon' always be the same

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this b____

n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
(UP IN THIS b____!!)
n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
(UP IN THIS b____!!)
n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
(UP IN THIS b____!!)
n____s kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this b____
Up in this biiiitch, biiiiiitch.....

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