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3 Circus Without Clowns

understand This is a circus without clowns Rotting in this town I try to hold my ground But that ain't right That ain't right We're in a circus without clowns

your toungue Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown [Violent J] Fuck Gene Simmons, you make me sick 'Psycho Circus

for your moon and your star Cause life is a 3 ring circus and I aint no clown I don't find nothin funny livin without money Gimme the wetbacks the green

bucktown Pounding the scrubs, How in the fuck your stuff counts? When Verbs is on witness protection, after hearing how I snuffed Nouns Stalk a circus and hunt clowns

, we got the Dog Beats ICP, we got the dog beats 3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding (People love to point and stare) 3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding (It's the same

my mind at my leisure Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who

down to business I don't got no time to play around with this diss Must be a circus in town that shut the shit down On these clowns, and I gotta witness

frightened of the clowns, several of whom, by amazing coincidence, also happen to be their uncles 'Hello, hello, hello' But still, overall these early days at the circus

toungue Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown [Violent J] Fuck Gene Simmons, you make me sick 'Psycho Circus