Feel This

Here we go
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
Juggalo clap clap, juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, juggalo clap clap
Juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, clap clap
From the front to the back

Speak to a tone re-adjust ear drums
Highly intelligent for a species labeled dumb
Numb from the neck up zoned as I perform
And through the energy we acquire we are re-born
It's intense as we commence to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal milk while you suckin' a sour tit
Inconsiderate to competitors trying to elevate
Intermixing intermingling with the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither away
Simple minded mutha fuckaz swiping sugars from our cool-aid
Who made the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of everyone
Ummm, I believe that's us
And when the mics are on and we bust
It like an adrenalin rush
To your home and mine too and everyone behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll always be beside you

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I want you to feel this
This pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
(Can you feel this)
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?

Riding by windows shakin' while I'm passin' by
Gotta big screen TV in the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't want to drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my x-girl's 4x4
Can you feel that you bitch
And matter of fact
You can eat a dick and drink piss
Feel this like you felt my dick all up in your mouth
Like the shit you spit
Nothing but a poisonous snake
Trying to steal my rhythm
But I see em' in the grass and I get em'
Don't fuck with em
Cause he's half a port short of a full pack on the attack
Half you bitches just want to steal my shine
And the other half ain't worth the time

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Don't spit till you see the grit of the mic
Cause when you're in the zone
You don't care if they do or don't like
Your flow and no I don't hold no grudge to those
You stay afloat in this time of no hope
So dance with the spirits on the day of the dead
In the presence of the things that can reside inside of ya head
Cause they phony like them silicone bags in stripper bras
Step one is defining it
And two is cutting it off

Spit fire always for hire
And I'll never stop killing til God retires
I want everybody feeling the wrath of my flow
And if you can't feel this there's the door
Robbing from the rich and poor alike I don't care
Walk into Times Square and leave a bomb there
Fuck with us and try to come get us
And right here right now
I'm gonna blow like

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Juggalo juggalo
From the front to the back
Juggalo Juggalo juggalo juggalo
From the front to the back
Juggalo juggalo juggalo
From the front to the back
Juggalo
From the front to the back