Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
  Been down the road and I broke a few necks
  And I'll break a few more, so what's up
  Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
  Its finna fuck you wit' dat
  But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
  Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it
  I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
  I pass out when it gets dark
  And woke up naked at the Clark Park
  Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
  Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
  Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
  Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
  It don't quit, it don't quit
  Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
  The doctor told me I'm a psycho
  So I ate his face like I don't know
  Knife to the neck and got some more
  The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
  Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta
  But after you leave I'm a stalk ya
  If you're a little kid I'm a take ya
  And if you're neck I'm a break ya
  If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya
  Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla
  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
  He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
  And slit your motherfucking heart out
  You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
  Keep juggling, motherfucker!
  Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
  And if I drop you that's your ass
  I shake and twist, try to keep calm
  I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham
  Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
  Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
  Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
  And fuck the south
  Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
  What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
  Sometimes you act like you ain't down
  With a psychotic wicked clown
  Fucking my friends ain't healthy
  Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
  And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
  I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
  Sets in the hood want me for dead
  So I paint my tag on they forehead
  Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
  You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
  And we coming straight to your brick house
  I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
  And then I might mug ya
  Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla
  Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
  What you've heard about, what you've read
  The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
  Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
  And cut your back off for a small fee
  The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody
  Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
  Let the fucking bass go
  And the juggla make it last
  Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
  My fellow fucking fellas
  Southwest gangster killas
  Violent J, the psychopathic
  Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
  Others think I'm quite the psychic
  But somehow the bitches like it
  What's up bitch, let me get the shot
  Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
  Why am I like this, like that
  Why are you like that, like this
  The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
  I'm that nerd in the back of the class
  That went psycho and killed your ass
  I slash and cut and hack
  With a "Kick Me" sign on my back
  In my corner is scyne therapy
  They take care of me, but don't stare at me
  Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
  Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla
  Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
  And he's got your daughter by the hand
  Showing her a new land
  The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
  Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
  Skip to the lou
  Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
  You can't fuck with the juggla
  Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
  Let the fucking bass go