Smoke a square and then prepare yourself
    Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something
    Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch
    Me and Violent, Me and Violent J
    I'm the wickedest of wicked and by far
    I'm destined for greatness
    Killing off you people hate this
    Now you can raise us in the top notch
    Mag or book
    And we still won't give you fags a look
    Bitch boy, I'm gay-bashing
    Come see my gun
    I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one)
    My mental picture is painting me something ugly
    And I still don't understand how my hands got all bloody
    It's the Juggla!
    A juggalo role-model
    I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle
    And then you meet me and expect a nice guy
    You're lucky I ain't stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs)
    When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath
    With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head)
    I'm getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J
    And we don't give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say
    We speak the word and he unheard the mystify
    And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye
    It's a long dark ride, where you going there ain't no holding back
    I'm the reaper in this bitch, there ain't no coming back
    My tongue in fact conceal a casket
    And spit some shit, so off the rip, it's a classic
    Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch
    Ain't yo mamma ever taught you shit
    We stab individuals in they fatal spots
    You got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!)
    I remember when we first got started
    Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!)
    Finally got you in the front row wilin
    Now I'm gonna do it again with Zug Izland
    I'm a axe holder, user, deep throater
    Wouldn't know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless
    My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass
    I see spirits and I talk to people that ain't there
    They seem to vanish in thin air
    Why don't you get ghost homie, raise up
    While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?)
    Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?)
    Fuck everybody else, and I don't want to hear about
    And I don't give a fuck if you know someone that's down
    I'll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around
    I won't sign nothing
    Fuck taking a picture
    Fuck shaking your hand, I'll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!)
    Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break
    There's your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)