Letras:ICP (Insane Clown Posse). Juggalo Paradise.

I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2
in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein
and that face is mine
I go to work at subway slicin hams
cut my finger off again (chop)
I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs
that like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time, though I call
(j, where the fuck you at) (the mall)
(did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so)
nobody sees what I see do they?
they just cast me inside put my away<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
no friends, no style no place to go
until I went juggalo

[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you

look at me now man brain dead
I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival deminions
so muthafuck your opinions
I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians
family, neighbors, best of friends
anybody, and if I don't kill em'
I keep'em in my basement and drill'em
just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden
I just let my fuckin mind unwind
I don't care what you think you don't intertwine
fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care
fuck everybody out there
I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves
I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls
I through giant ice bergs like snow balls
I serve title waves, drink molten rock
ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock
I go to Italy and straighten that tower
and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power

[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you

here I go again, another day
dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway
its ok, because I see behind it
and I keep myself reminded
none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see
are any better than me mothafucker
there just strugglin in the world they chose
I'm waiting on the wagons with my juggalos