Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song)

Why do I call myself a Juggalo? 'Cause we be bangin' the wicked shit An' swimmin' off in the blood of mosh pits We misfits and misunderstood Got chapters of family off in each and every hood I'm a Juggalo and you can eat a dick, if you're not And if you stare long enough, you'll get you' eyeballs popped I'm even worse now, since the first curse, I'll cut words into my leg until it hurts (oww) Why do I call myself a Juggalo, bitch? 'Cause we keep that scrub life, and fuck that rich shit And steal that new whip and platinum chain To give it all to a Juggalo who's never had a thing I'm a Juggalo in the worst way since the first grade I've been plottin' my revenge on the world, hey I can't help it if I'm into weird shit Looking in the mirror (killing everybody) with my closed eating lipstick Why do I call myself a Juggalo, sucker? We don't give a motherfuck what you got (motherfucker!) We don't brown-nose or hound-dog, no weak hoes We stand at the bus stop in yesterday's clothes I'm a chainsaw smoker, with a thirst for blood And, since we're on the subject, can you give me some? When I was nineteen, I tried to cut out my tongue And mail it to the Devil, so he'd know my voice when I come Why do I call myself a Juggalo, you hater? We don't flip sides over a bitch, like Darth Vader Keep it, East Side! Live for the moment, and die later And we stay high! 'Til they unplug the respirator I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O We got a raw deal But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O Killin' everybody Now it don't matter if you're painted or not Hated a lot, we got a spot here, keepin' it hot We on some Moms and Pops, and givin' ya neck chops And leavin' the puddle of blood, right where your head drops You can call the cops, but they ain't comin' 'round here With some Juggalos runnin' this bitch, so stand clear! Why do I call myself a Juggalo, punk? 'Cause, we roll through the hood, with politicians in the trunk Chicken's in the front seat, straight to the balls We ain't sucka's, we 'on't do shopping sprees at da' mall Fo' affection, barely got money for petro Bitch, you must have forgot, you fuckin' with a Juggalo You never know until the light goes out It might go south and you might get the barrel in your mouth You lame hoes know, when the Chainsmoker and the Phatso Come together, lungs collapse with second-hand smoke I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O We got a raw deal But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O Killin' everybody I call myself a Juggalo, 'cause my face painted Y'all go ahead and kill the scene, we'll come back and recreate it Half a million motherfuckers, lookin' just like us With contacts and bare face, all ready to bust This ain't no civil war, we ain't civilized no more! Cut throats like, fuck it, and smilin' at you in court, bitch Independent, we gon' stand on our own And, prove to the whole world why we' heir to the throne I keep a low profile, but my low profile Teeth like a crocodile, I bite that ass like a crocodile Fuckin' howl-owl, at all the underground While the refs bow down at the account to make a countdown Most flyin' around the sound that I make, but those who relate Would rather die than hear it all change, (sauce up!) sounds strange For sure, but everywhere that I go, I let 'em know that I'm a muthafuckin' Juggalo (killin' everybody) J-U-Double-G-A-L-O A-A-A-A-L-O (we got a raw deal) But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O U-U-U-U (killin' everybody) I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O Dub-dubba-dub-dubba-dubba G-O (we got a raw deal) But I'ma be a J-U Double G-A-L-O A-A-A-A-L-O (killin' everybody) Not even, melt pieces of my heart Rip it up, outta my chest And smoshed it up amongst 'em Special people in the world Not necessarily the type of folk you wanna' Drown a pig for or cut an eye out (we got a raw deal) But you wanna bring 'em clothes (killin' everybody) To have a piece of your heart