[Violent J]

Killas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch

Killas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this biiiitch.....

[Blaze]

G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket and beyond

Recognize thug shit

Poundin' out the trunk bitch

Runnin' with a motherfuckin' hatchet

You haters, you suck dick

Once a thug became a G

B to the L to the A-Z-E

Still dead

Still don't give a fuck

Sportin' all black khaki's with the muthafuckin' cuffs on

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 hood rats, all about fuckin'

Still loc'd out

All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out

Still tryin' to come up on the lick for a phat ass ride

So I can drop the top and parlay thru the Eastside

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Bitches freeze

You ain't a thug or a G

You're a banger

You's a studio gangsta

You ain't about shit, scared to pull the trigger

That's what we call a real bitch nigga

Creepin' thru the hood, throwin' up his set

Hangin' out the window, yellin' idle threats

Check this out, I'ma check yo' chin

Close yo' mouth before I put the barrel in

Dumpin' clips in yo' ass is what I'm all about

Straight G from the clique on a paper route

Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louisville

Throw a nigga to the pavement, anotha bitch killed

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

[Jamie Madrox]

This is the battle for the planets

We bring the thunder, givin' half to you bandits

Fuck a style and a status

Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal

And got the nerve to tell a mothafucka keep it real

We see thru y'all fools like cellophane on a square pack

You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back

We don't give a fuck, Eastside for life

And if you ain't got heart,

don't expect to have yo' shit tight

There ain't no room for the ho-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 with a hatchet

Or claim to Psychopathic

I ain't got time to say no names

It's only gay rhymes

No holla, we been in the game

Besides, fuck even speakin' your name

You just a bitch in the game

And y'all niggas gon' always be the same

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this bitch

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

(UP IN THIS BITCH!!)

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

(UP IN THIS BITCH!!)

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

(UP IN THIS BITCH!!)

Niggas kick the anthem like this

Juggalos up in this bitch

Up in this biiiitch, biiiiiitch.....