Juggalo Homies Songtext

von Insane Clown Posse

(Rude Boy)
"Hey what up ya'll, it's the Rude Boy. I know ya'll ain't in, but I just want let ya'll to know something man, ya'll know I love ya, ya'll know you're my homies, and uh, bye we'll talk later. Peace

Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope: (Silver Sunflowers - Neon Yellow Dirt that grows Sparkler Trees - Woopa Loo)
Let me ask you this life we live
And let me try to swerve some attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much, why don't they just call a (mutha fucka)?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here, but my homies are family too, 3rd cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over you car and then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden, your homies was in the other room

Chorus: (Forest Waters Warm - Pink Faygo - Happy Valentines Day - No Ones Looses No One We Promise)
We talkin' about HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our mutha fuckin HOMIES HOMIES
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Homies homies

Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope: (Air Walkers of 17 Dimensions - Water That Glows - Book Feathers Fly - Billy Billio)
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I like don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who think he the Don Mega, because he the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down, your homies standin' on his back while you're kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though, I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'd rip your piercings off, and now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (WHO?)
And when you got caught, on who'd you blame the shit? (WHO?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (WHO?)
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours

Chorus:
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and Juggalos: (Lavender Rain - She Loves You Real - Oshideous 2:12 - Roy Sota FX)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child of Twiztid: (Green Books, Green Skies, Green Waterfalls, Green Lives, 17 Green Times)
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose and if you step to one of us, you better step the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend, that I could have some friends, that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family, and when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
Cause the sky's the limit and we ain't finished, and if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide with homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a Micheal Jackson "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love ya'll, hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas