Juggalo Homies - Insane Clown Posse

I know you ain’t there

That’s why I just want to let you know something bro

You all know I love you

You all know you’re my homies

And eh, alright we’ll talk later, peace

Let me ask you this about this life we live

And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give

To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner

If they really missed you so much

Why don’t they just call in

If you wasn’t blood, would you still have love?

Or infact 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 your car?

And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning?

(Friends ya’ll)

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 ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the next room

We talkin' about homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

Our motha fuckin' homies, homies

We throwin' up clown love signs

(Real Juggalo)

Homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

Homies, homies

(Man, that’s my dawg)

Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?

Like I don’t know maybe dish washin' or fuckin' flippin' fries

And you got this boss who thinks he’s the Don Mega

Because he the head manager

(Chief Chili Fry Maker)

All you can vision is ya’ll beating him down

Your homies standing on his back

While you kicking his head around

But responsibility is there, I can’t lie tho'

I’d of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone

I’m crazy as fuck, I’ll 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, who you blame the shit?

(Who?)

Who can you relax around and scratch your balls?

(Who?)

Homies, I’m talking about like you and yours

We talkin' about homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

Our motha fuckin' homies, homies

We throwin' up clown love signs

(Real Juggalo)

Homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

(Yeah, Yeah)

Homies, homies

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose

And if you step to one of us you better step to 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

'Cuz sky’s the limit and we ain’t finished

And if my homies gonna ride, ya know I’m with it

Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya’ll

Hit it and quit it and 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 were homies across the planet

Sticking together like zippers on a Michael Jackson

«Beat it jacket»

They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya’ll

Hanging till we old and gray like grandpa’s

(Psychopathic)

We talkin' about homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

Our motha fuckin' homies, homies

We throwin' up clown love signs

(Real life Juggalo)

Homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

Homies, homies

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone

Keep it in your click, fuck the outside, baby

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone

Runnin' with the homies until I’m old like Grady

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone

Keep it in your click, fuck the outside, baby

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy

We talkin' about homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

Our motha fuckin' homies, homies

We throwin' up clown love signs

(Real life Juggalo)

Homies, homies

Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine

(Juggalo homies)

Homies, homies

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone

If you don’t like me, you can fuck off

Carnival ain’t for everyone