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 bitch blaze g s up ridin from the cradle to the casket and beyond recognize thug shit poundin out the trunk bitch runnin wit a mother fuckin hatchet you haters you suck dick was 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 khakis with the motherfuckin cuffs up 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 loked out all my dawgs from the past dead or smoked out still tryin to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride so i can drop the top and parlay through the east side 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 or a banga you s a studio gangsta you ain t about shit scared to pull the trigga that s what we call a real bitch nigga sneakin through the hood throwin up a set hangin out the window yellin idol threats check this out i m a check your chin close your mouth fore i put the barrel in dumpin clips in your ass is what i m all about straight g from the clique on a paper route still slappin off fake bitches with the louisville beat a nigga to the pavement another 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  this is the battle for the planets we bring the thunder givin half the advantage fuck a style and a status half of y all hummin off a half ass deal and got the nerve to tell a mother fucker keep it real we see through y all fools like cellophane on the 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 your shit tight there ain t no room for the ho hearted we give a fuck where you at or who you with or how you got started fuck you and everybody in your clique if you don t run with a hatchet or claim the psychopathic i ain t got time to say no names it s only 8 rhymes no holla we been in the game besides fuck even speakin your name you re just a bitch in the game and y all niggas gone 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 bitch up in this bitch 