Chords for Twiztid - Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song)

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Twiztid - Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song) chords
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He won't let [Cm] you see.
Let us see.
[Bb] [C] Heaven here is a place
to live to the musical value.
[F] [Cm] But he got the
mother mother right here.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
Cause we be banging the [Bb] wicked shit and [Cm] swimming off in the blood
of my pits.
We misfits and
misunderstood.
God chapters the [Bb] family
off [Cm] in each and every one.
I'm a juggalo and who can eat [C] a dick?
You're not and you stay long [Bb] enough you can [Cm] chop
or pop.
I'm even worse
now [C] since the first curse.
I'll cut
[Bb] words up a [C] leg until it hurts.
Why do I [Bb] call myself a juggalo?
[C] Bitch cause we keep that [Bb] scrug like
[C] and fuck that rich shit and steal
that new whip and platinum chain
and give it all to it.
[Bb] Juggalos
[C] never had a thing.
I'm a juggalo
in the worst way since the first grade.
I've been plotting [Bb] my [C] revenge on the world.
Hey, I can't help it if I'm
in the weird shit looking in the mirror
[C] with my eyes [Cm] closed eating lipstick.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
Sucker, we don't give a mother [Bb] fuck what
you [C] got.
We don't brown nose
a hound dog, no weak hoes.
We stand at the [Bb] bus stop in [C] yesterday's
clothes.
I'm a chainsaw [F] smoker
with a thirst for [C] blood.
Is this what on the
sub [Bb] yet?
Can you [C] give me sound?
When I was 19, [F] I tried to cut
up my [C] tongue and meditate the devil [Bb] so
he'd know my [C] voice when I called.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
You
hater, we don't flip sides [Bb] over a [C] bitch
like Darth Vader keep it east side.
[Bb] And for the moment he die [C] later and we
say huh?
[Bb] Then they unplug [C] the respirator.
I'mma be a A-U-Double-G-A-L-O.
[Cm] We ain't got a law deal.
But I'mma be a
A-U-Double-G-A-L-O.
You're killing it.
[F] [Cm]
Man, don't matter if you [C] painted or not.
Hate it a lot.
We got a [Bb] spot here [Cm] keeping it
hot.
We on some miles of [C] pots.
Giving you neck chops and leaving the puddle
of [Bb] blood right where [Cm] your head drops.
You can call a cop if they ain't [C] coming
around here.
Juggalos [Bb] running
this bitch.
[Cm] So stand, plan.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
Punk, ugly bro through the [Bb] hood with [Cm] politicians
in the [C] truck.
Chickens in the
front seat straight to the boss.
We ain't suckers, we don't [Bb] do shopping [C] sprees at
the mall for affection.
Barely got
money for petrol.
Bitch, you must
have [Bb] forgot you [C] fucking with a juggalo.
You never know until the lights go
out.
It might go south, but you [Bb] might
get the [Cm] barrel in your mouth.
You laying
hoes low when the chain smoker and the
fat soul come [F] together.
Lungs collapse
[Gm] from secondhand smoke.
We gonna [C] be a
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
We ain't got a law deal.
But I'm gonna be a
J-U-G-G-A-L [Gm]-O.
I [F] [Cm] call myself a juggalo
cause my face painted.
Y'all go ahead and kill
the scene [Bb] and we'll come back [Cm] and recreate it.
Half a million motherfuckers looking just like
us with contacts and bad [Bb] face.
[Cm] Already the process ain't no civil war.
We ain't civilized no more.
We cut ropes like fork [Bb] in it.
Smiling [Cm] at
you in court, bitch.
Independent
we gon' stand on our own.
Improved to the
whole world [Bb] while we [Cm] adding a throne.
[C] I keep a low profile, bumping low
profile.
Thief like a crocodile.
[Bb] I might that [C] ass like a crocodile.
Fuck around all the underground
while I rasp on down [Bb] and dig
how [C] to make the sound down.
Most
around the sound of the map.
Don't
super late for rather [Bb] die than hear [C] it on track.
Sound strange to show
[Cm] but everywhere that I go I let them
know [F] that I'm a [Eb] motherfucking [C] juggalo.
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
We ain't got a law deal.
What am I for ya?
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
You ain't never heard of that.
[Bb] [C] I'm a beach.
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
Double [F] [C] G.
What am I for ya?
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
You ain't never heard of that.
[Bb] [C]
Larry, we're gonna pieces of my heart.
You [Bb] are.
Ripped it [C] up out of my chest.
And fucked it up among.
[Bb] No.
You ain't never heard [F] of that.
To [Cm] have a piece of your heart.
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He won't let [Cm] you see.
Let us see.
_ [Bb] [C] Heaven here is a place
to live to the musical value.
[F] [Cm] But he got the
mother mother right here.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
Cause we be banging the [Bb] wicked shit and [Cm] swimming off in the blood
of my pits.
We misfits and
misunderstood.
God chapters the [Bb] family
off [Cm] in each and every one.
I'm a juggalo and who can eat [C] a dick?
You're not and you stay long [Bb] enough you can [Cm] chop
or pop.
I'm even worse
now [C] since the first curse.
I'll cut
[Bb] words up a [C] leg until it hurts.
Why do I [Bb] call myself a juggalo?
[C] Bitch cause we keep that [Bb] scrug like
[C] and fuck that rich shit and steal
that new whip and platinum chain
and give it all to it.
[Bb] Juggalos
[C] never had a thing.
I'm a juggalo
in the worst way since the first grade.
I've been plotting [Bb] my [C] revenge on the world.
Hey, I can't help it if I'm
in the weird shit looking in the mirror
[C] with my eyes [Cm] closed eating lipstick.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
Sucker, we don't give a mother [Bb] fuck what
you [C] got.
We don't brown nose
a hound dog, no weak hoes.
We stand at the [Bb] bus stop in [C] yesterday's
clothes.
I'm a chainsaw [F] smoker
with a thirst for [C] blood.
Is this what on the
sub [Bb] yet?
Can you [C] give me sound?
When I was 19, [F] I tried to cut
up my [C] tongue and meditate the devil [Bb] so
he'd know my [C] voice when I called.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
You
hater, we don't flip sides [Bb] over a [C] bitch
like Darth Vader keep it east side.
[Bb] And for the moment he die [C] later and we
say huh?
[Bb] Then they unplug [C] the respirator.
I'mma be a A-U-Double-G-A-L-O.
[Cm] We ain't got a law deal.
But I'mma be a
A-U-Double-G-A-L-O.
You're killing it.
[F] _ [Cm] _
Man, don't matter if you [C] painted or not.
Hate it a lot.
We got a [Bb] spot here [Cm] keeping it
hot.
We on some miles of [C] pots.
Giving you neck chops and leaving the puddle
of [Bb] blood right where [Cm] your head drops.
You can call a cop if they ain't [C] coming
around here.
Juggalos [Bb] running
this bitch.
[Cm] So stand, plan.
Why do I call myself a juggalo?
Punk, ugly bro through the [Bb] hood with [Cm] politicians
in the [C] truck.
Chickens in the
front seat straight to the boss.
We ain't suckers, we don't [Bb] do shopping [C] sprees at
the mall for affection.
Barely got
money for petrol.
Bitch, you must
have [Bb] forgot you [C] fucking with a juggalo.
You never know until the lights go
out.
It might go south, but you [Bb] might
get the [Cm] barrel in your mouth.
You laying
hoes low when the chain smoker and the
fat soul come [F] together.
Lungs collapse
[Gm] from secondhand smoke.
We gonna [C] be a
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
We ain't got a law deal.
But I'm gonna be a
J-U-G-G-A-L [Gm]-O.
I _ [F] _ [Cm] call myself a juggalo
cause my face painted.
Y'all go ahead and kill
the scene [Bb] and we'll come back [Cm] and recreate it.
Half a million motherfuckers looking just like
us with contacts and bad [Bb] face.
[Cm] Already the process ain't no civil war.
We ain't civilized no more.
We cut ropes like fork [Bb] in it.
Smiling [Cm] at
you in court, bitch.
Independent
we gon' stand on our own.
Improved to the
whole world [Bb] while we [Cm] adding a throne.
[C] I keep a low profile, bumping low
profile.
Thief like a crocodile.
[Bb] I might that [C] ass like a crocodile.
Fuck around all the underground
while I rasp on down [Bb] and dig
how [C] to make the sound down.
Most
around the sound of the map.
Don't
super late for rather [Bb] die than hear [C] it on track.
Sound strange to show
[Cm] but everywhere that I go I let them
know [F] that I'm a [Eb] motherfucking [C] juggalo.
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
We ain't got a law deal.
What am I for ya?
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
You ain't never heard of that.
[Bb] [C] I'm a beach.
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
Double _ [F] [C] G.
What am I for ya?
J-U-G-G-A-L-O.
You ain't never heard of that.
[Bb] _ [C] _ _
Larry, we're gonna pieces of my heart.
You [Bb] are.
Ripped it [C] up out of my chest.
And fucked it up among.
[Bb] No.
You ain't never heard [F] of that.
To [Cm] have a piece of your heart.