Time

Listen up
 I wanna tell you, tell you something
 Listen up
 I wanna tell you, listen, listen up
 I want you to know we're serious
 Listen
 Listen up
 Listen
 From us, to you
 For a little grip now, we been rocking your ass
 The future ain't scary cause we got the past
 Can't nothing ever take away the Gatherings
 You can take what's happening now,
 not what I'm rapping about
 And I remember every Hallowicked to a T
 And every Project Born, Marz, Esham, and Myzery
 And even though I don't remember your name
 from the instore
 Swear to God, I couldn't love you anymore
 Do you mention the Abyss at Virginia Beach?
 And out of state you're so hot, Juggalos reach
 (Juggalos reach)
 And what about the Bronco Bowl in Deep Ellem?
 And that crazy ass house club in Houston? (Tell them)
 Twenty thousand websites, hotlines, and clubs
 Gang bangers, codes, nobody's and scrubs
 To every last Juggalette that turned me out
 Thank you much, and I hope to see you on the next route
 You know everybody hates on this world of ours
 And if you learn one thing from the Joker Cards
 Let it be the other shit is six different views
 Diamond any way you choose
 And we love you
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 I guess it's time
 That I told you
 How great you are
 I guess it's time
 That I told you
 How great you are
 They told me to sing it any way I could bring
 Hurry up
 Pay attention
 Stop
 Mike P.
 1, 2
 Stop, stop
 Open up your earlobes
 ICP
 Stop, stop
 Rubber game
 Listen
 Me and Krayzie Bone, we marinade in the flats
 Representing Cleveland, and we could press your stats
 I rock trees, frog shop
 I rock the octave
 Nautica and Theo 4 times 10 (Who?)
 Every time we play Denver, cars get rolled over
 Juggalos get pissed when the show's over
 Even cities that I leave, they not letting me in
 They let me know if they a Juggalo
 through thick and through thin
 I like Twiztid
 Independent
 Free standing
 And always down to give a helping hand in
 And to everybody else out there, do your thing
 Cause it ain't no ducking when the hatchet swings
 We try to sing, we try to rap
 We try to rock and spit
 (CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS WICKED SHIT!)
 Even if we foggy and we still ain't clear
 In three years later, you'll look back and tip us a beer
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 I guess it's time
 That I told you
 How great you are
 I guess it's time
 That I told you
 How great you are
 I wanna tell you I love all the letters ya'll
 Got them hung up on the fridge
 and all up on the garage wall
 What about these Mini-Gatherings we hear?
 Ya'll don't be surprised when we walk up in there
 With Vampiro and Sabu flying above
 Representing the Juggalos with nothing but love
 On TV, they make them try to hide their shit
 But real Juggalos always bear the hatchet
 And all the fresh titty bars DJ's with mullets
 All nuts while we there, but you hate us and love them
 Yes, you groupie as fuck, and good to go
 But don't get excited thinking makes you a Juggalo
 Yes, we gather once a year, big top above
 We give shit like Big Silva nothing but love
 But you gotta be fresh and with open mind
 Or your ass get left behind
 That's why I love ya'll
 I guess it's time
 That I told you
 How great you are
 I guess it's time
 That I told you
 How great you are