Just Another Crazy Click - Insane Clown Posse：歌詞、音樂影片和演唱會

Insane Clown Posse

Just Another Crazy Click

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Just Another Crazy Click 由 Psychopathic 於 2001年12月18日發行，收錄於專輯《》中Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

歌曲詳情

專輯Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

發行日期2001年12月18日

標籤Psychopathic

旋律

原聲音質

Valence

節奏感

輕快

BPM82

概覽

歌詞

積分

演出藝人

DJ Paul

聲樂

Gangsta Boo

聲樂

Jamie Madrox

聲樂

Joseph Bruce

聲樂

Juicy J

聲樂

Monoxide

聲樂

Shaggy 2 Dope

聲樂

詞曲

Jordan Houston

詞曲創作

Jamie Madrox

詞曲創作

Joseph Francis Bruce

Joseph Francis Bruce

詞曲創作

Joseph Utsler

詞曲創作

Lola Mitchell

詞曲創作

Paul Beauregard

Paul Beauregard

詞曲創作

Paul Methric

詞曲創作

製作與工程團隊

DJ Paul

製作人

Juicy J

製作人

Lil Pat

混音師

Kevin Nix

母帶工程師

Larry Nix

母帶工程師

Kurt Clayton

錄音師

歌詞

[Verse 1]

I stab you with an umbrella

And then open it

No!

'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian

That shit's wack

Aight, hold up

Aight, c'mon

Wait a second, listen

I peel your cap back

With a cannonball

I buck 'em all, I fuck 'em all

We standing tall

Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid

[Verse 2]

We used to, we used to

We used to rob from them petty things

Like a gold chain

Or a motherfuckin' pinky ring

Now it's cocaine

If you see me on the dope train

I'm a dope man

Cigarettes in my right hand

Ready to make a stang

Old folks scared of eye again

Out the window pane

They be looking with a migraine

While I catch a drain

And you know it's a fucking shame

When you in this game

Trying to sell to a sprung lane

I control your brain

[Verse 3]

To my **** bust Glocks

Fuck wit' us, bitch see

It's the buckets of the four

Bust a trick, make 'em bleed

Through his neck, through his back

****, cover them hoes

Ain't nuttin' else gon' be working

When you twirkin' wit' some pros

Automatic weapon carrier

Silence on the barrier

Hang them in the closet

Kidnap the treasurer

Bandanas on our face, wildin' out like some cowboys

Ho, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy

[Verse 4]

We be just another crazy clique

Doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up

You out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

With them Calicos

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

[Verse 5]

We be just another crazy clique

Doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up

You out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

With them Calicos

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

[Verse 6]

We the clique that don't play

Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J

And bury it away

I'm on a spree

Killing fo' free

Without a conscience

Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit

Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique

Hoes that pop lip

Can eat a dick or get your neck slit

I'm having these memory lapses

Of bodies off in the caskets

With no heads

Monoxide, rules of the dead

[Verse 7]

We fifty-deep on the lawn

With the Psychopathic leathers on

You say it's on

So come bring it on

We getting crunk at your funerals

Treat us like we criminals

We juggalo individuals

We just another crazy clique

ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six

All up in this bitch

And we running shit

We doin' driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws

Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw

[Verse 8]

We just another crazy clique

Doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up

You out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

With them Calicos

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

[Verse 9]

We be just another crazy clique

Doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up

You out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

With them Calicos

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

[Verse 10]

Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya

Taking care of ya, we scarier

Than malaria

I walk around you neighbourhood like Frankenstein

Choking anybody I find

I'm taking mine

[Verse 11]

You mothafuckas can't get near it

'Cause you fear it

Look at my glass eye

I'm sick like Lou Gehrig

I don't know judo, but go KEE-YA!

Fuck you up so bad

A wheelchair couldn't see ya

[Verse 12]

Listen

Ya hear that, slut?

That was me

Pulling this dick out ya butt

I''m a juggalo serial killa

Steady screaming, fuck y'all

I stab bitches with a chainsaw

[Verse 13]

We walk around Compton and Watts beatin' scrubs up

Ain't right in Tim Dog's face we throw the dubs up

We tearing clubs up, down south from the D

Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP

[Verse 14]

We be just another crazy clique

Doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up

You out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

With them Calicos

I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

[Verse 15]

We be just another crazy clique

Doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up

You out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up

Show them who really running the streets

Written by: J. Bruce, J. Utsler, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauraguard

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