Juggalo lives are full of complications
Are raised to survive on a street education
Always realize that there is a limitation
If we don't school life with a fresh occupation
Without society there's no communication
We feel a lot of hate, a lot of frustration
But we are driven by the realization
That we don't wanna be a sheep in this population
So we ascend through the madness without a fall
As we climb our way to the gates of Shangri-La
Living life can leave your mind in a twirl
When you're stuck in the middle of a mad mad world

Yo Juggalos
(It's a mad, mad world out there, ya'll)
We gotta stick together cause we family
(You see a fellow juggalo out there about to throw down or fight or something)
That's you
(That's your fight)
Cause we like that, yo
We together
(Unity means strength)
We can handle anything in this fucked up world
(Anything at all, ya'll)
Squall
(We Juggalos)

Look at Afghanistan and what do ya see?
War stalking the children and the elderly
And when you look in their eyes all you see is peace
Because from the agony they wanna be released
You see they're fighting for their lives with every breath
Against famine, disease, and the plot of death
Now this was once a peaceful nation
But then came the plague that they call starvation
Now the stomach feels the pain, shocks the brain
Cause the bombs drop from the sky instead of rain
And the land is dry, while the mothers cry
And the baby that are born are born to die
You see the fear on the faces, dust in the air
The attitude we take is "I don't care"
But I guess it hurts us more than any other
As the Illuminati controls us all like big brother
Death is walking the nation, take the boy, the girl
All I say to myself is it's a mad, mad world

Throughout the entire time of 6 hours, indeed, those 51 days, the FBI never fired one shot at the Dravidians.

The machine gunning into the Dravidians trapped in the burning kitchen dining room was not only visible to Congressional investigators, it was even visible to home viewers. So was the gunfire behind the tank smashing into the rear of the gymnasium

It's a mad, mad world, whether you're poor or rich
Because you're living with the problems you're trying to ditch
Well the Amy's in the attic where your husband has left
And you have to pay for the bills of your sickly son's death
Mentally of few, they're in and they're out
Your stress point builds up, you're ready to shout
But let me tell ya a lil something, that will not work
Cause all you will find out more, probably hurt
Can't pay for your rents so you try to hide
And when that doesn't work, you commit suicide
And now who has your problems?
Your little girl,
And do you know why?
Cause it's a mad, mad world

Yo, don't let this thing called life kick you in the ass
(There's too many people out there letting life fuck them up)
Everything that you go through, everything in this world
(The drama, the trauma, everything)
Should all help develop you as a ninja
(You should learn to be stronger from all that shit)
So you can face anything in this fucked up world
(With your eyes open wide)
Sure enough

Let's take off for the horrors of the Gulf War
Left us in the desert, never told us what for
Some thought that they would be heroes
Thought their destinies were bound
But fields of bloody corpses were all we ever found
Why are we fighting the wars, what a lot of people said
While parents prayed every night that their sons weren't dead
To mommy's little boy, left him in a foreign land
Said, "You're fighting for your country, you better be a man
Better watch yourself, kid, and do the best you can
Cause one wrong move could mean you're dead where you stand"
We finally get home, another war's going on
Some are saying that we're right while others say we're wrong
Anger turning around to our becoming outcasts
With a bitter hate and a pain from the past
No one understood my feelings of confusion
Said I was a fool, was living an illusion
Thinking of society and how I must adjust
Dreaming of my buddy who was blown in the dust
Gotta chip on my shoulder that weighs about a ton
Cause I seen too much killing before the age of 21

But the investigators soon uncover evidence of a unimaginable terrorist attack, which used as code named 'Project Bojenga'

Eusive and five accomplices were to plant bombs planned to explode simultaneously on 12 US airliners over the Pacific, causing the death of over 4,000 people

Between 1979 and 1984, there were nearly 100 terrorist attacks against Americans, as embassies were torched, blown up and seized and some 300 million...

(*Phone ringing*)

Whut?
(Ross Baker?)
Yeah?
(This is your landlord, I've been trying to get a hold of ya all week)
And?
(Your rent's overdue by about 3 months)
Look, peanut. You've been calling me, hounding me about the rent now for weeks man
(Wha-?!?)
Don't ya know I got, I got other expenses?
(What kinda shit are you -?)
Wanh, wanh, I want my rent, wanh, wanh.
Crying like a little bitch, man
Look man , I painted your house right?
I soaked that shit in gasoline earlier today, man.
That's all done.
It could've been, it could have - you upset me man
You hurt my feelings, man
(Would you f-)
Look man, I soaked that shit in gasoline man
Chaos Theory, man. Don't expect it now, right?
(Mother-)
Take this match..
(Ok, What? No! Don't!)
It's on now ma-fucker! Chaos Theory mafucker!
He he he

(*BOOM*)


Lyrics submitted by MyAntiDrugIsSuicide

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