They sayin' I'm a Juggalo

Well, hell yeah I'm a motherfuckin' Juggalo, motherfucker!

I'm a motherfuckin' Jugga-lugga-lugga-lugga-luggalo, motherfucker!

A dead motherfucker!

Motherfucker, and we worldwide!

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Everywhere I go I get love, with occasional mean mugs

But like me some of them killers ain't nothin' but straight up street thugs

And bustin' caps as a product

I was raised like this short tick of a clock

So I dance with a 12 gauge and blaze up like the song say

Do you feel like they come at you the wrong way?

Commence to let the bullets spray

I killed them haters so only love will exist

This is all I have and on my time is invested in this

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Every day I wake up, I take the risk of being killed

Every time I sleep though, I may suffocate up in my pillow!

But there's haters in the woodwork, jealous of my success

Mad, 'cause I helped make scrubness kinda fresh

And the love we get is so much stronger than the hatred for us

It's strictly family love waitin' at them backstage doors

Our people are like underground mafia network of ninjas (Whoo!)

From cactus juice cocktails at campfires in the Carolinas

To the wet streets of London or behind a titty bar

Gettin' high with some Juggalos and their fuckin' funny-ass looking car

This shit cannot be removed, these times are forever stored

You hate me, it's cause you're moppin' floors while I'm rockin' tours

Quit cryin', bitch!

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

I was runnin' with my hatchet, down at beach in Orlando

See some Juggalos cookin' scrimp in they sandals

I was runnin' with the hatchet on the shores of Seattle

Juggalos bumpin' DL, making the floor rattle

I was deep in the smoky mountains and ran out of gas

Some juggalos came through, even gave me two blunts out his stash

I was hanging out in Worchester, chillin' at the bar

Had too much to drink, a 'lette drove me to the car

The road is my home, sometimes it feels that way

Rollin' on a tour bus for months and weeks, I can't complain

They show me love in every state like one of the greats, it's my time

Been on the scene puttin' it down since '99 (Eastside!)

I hope you understand I do this for you and your mans

To ride, to bump, to smoke, come through

Drink your fill and pick you up or [let?] if you want to

It's all love

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Ridin' through A-Z, stop in Tempe

Met a Juggalo in Compton, now I'm in southern Cali

Passin' through the town of Chicago, I hit the dark streets

Listen at the darkest hour, hear 'em bumpin' our beats

Out in New York City, they be runnin' with a hatchet

Seen a Juggalo rollin' blunts, you know I had to match it

High up in the Colorado mountains, up the river

With five 'lettes naked, all fuckin' and cookin' dinners

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same

Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state

But the Juggalo love remains the same