Lyrics Blaze Ya Dead Homie – Juggalo Anthem

Violent J
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Killas kick the anthem like this

Blaze Ya Dead Homie
G’s up, ridin’ from the cradle to the casket
And beyond, recognize thug shit
Poundin’ out the trunk bitch
Runnin’ wit’ a mother fuckin’ hatchet
you haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G
B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead
Still don’t give a fuck (give a fuck)
Sportin’ all black kahkis with the mother fuckin’ cuffs up
Smokin’ Hella trees, tryin’ to make a couple G’s
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean muggin’, steady thuggin’
And I’m tryin’ to find the hoodrat’s all about fuckin’
Still loked out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin’ to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side

Chorus: Monoxide Child
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch!
x4

Blaze
Bitches freeze, you ain’t a thug or a G or a banga’
You’s a studio gangsta
You ain’t about shit, scared to pull the trigga’

Chorus: Monoxide Child

Jaime Madrox
This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin’ half the advantage
Fuck a style and a status
Half of y’all hummin’ off a half ass deal
And got the nerve to tell a mother fucker «keep it real»
We see through y’all fools, like cellophane on the square pack
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don’t want it back
We don’t give a fuck, east side for life
And if you ain’t got heart, don’t expect to have your shit tight
There ain’t no room for the hoe-hearted
We give a fuck where you at, or who you wit’, or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in yo clique
If you don’t run wit’ a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
I ain’t got time, to say no names
It’s only 8 rhymes, no holla’, we been in the game
Besides fuck it, no speakin your name
You’re just a bitch in the game
And y’all niggas gone’ always be the same

Chorus x8