Runnin’ Shit Ouija Macc

Smokin' (Devereaux) You smokin'
Run that shit!

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Psychopath! Lunatic! Juggalos runnin' shit
Psychopath! Lunatic! Juggalos runnin' shit
Psychopath! Lunatic! Juggalos runnin' shit
Psycho-psycho path-path! Juggle! Juggle! Juggle! Juggle!
Psychopath! Lunatic! Juggalos runnin' shit
Psychopath! Lunatic! Juggalos! Juggalos Juggalos runnin' shit
Juggalos runnin' shit
Psychopath! Lunatic! Juggalos runnin' shit

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Psychopath, Lunatic on the clocc gettin' grip
Give a fuck who you with
Hatchet swang you get split
Run yo mouth, You get hit chopper got syphilis
Scratch yo head work that bitch (?)
Got the Grim Reaper at 3AM every night
But there's so many voices I just keep that bitch on my line
Ooh, I got things to decide (uh-huh)
I just got my hatchet sharpened I'ma make a fuckin' mess I'm good tonight
Will it be a homicide
Will it be a suicide
I propose a toast to doing both let's do the most tonight
I know what will happen when my axes and there skulls collide
My trunk will be too full I might just stuff them in my Samsonite
Luggage on full
(huh, yuh) Juggalo fool
Got a bad bitch, she like me too
Micheal this, Micheal that
Micheal that too (you fuckin' with a) Let's go