Ghetto Blaster The Killjoy Club (Ft. James Garcia)

[Intro]
Got my ghetto blaster, rippin' that Killjoy Club
When I hit play, (When I hit play) whoop, whoop!
Ghetto blaster, rippin' that Killjoy Club
Fuck out the way! (Fuck out the way)

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Thirty-five pounds, triple tape deck, stereo
Blast that a bitch on a porch type scenario
Hundred fifty bucks a day in D batteries
Tell me what the fuck ever happened to these
Crackheads wanna jack it, that's the reason we pack heat
Wicked clowns bumpin' suckers run from the phat beat
I'm fly walkin' by with that bitch past twelve
Knockin' shit off your walls, cupboards, cabnets, and shells

[Interlude]
This is your ghetto blaster, back again, bitch
Bump it and [?]
The eighteen inch speakers poundin' this shit
Can be heard three miles away (DJ Paul)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Rollin' with my posse, my blunt smokes slow
Sippin' on the sizzurp, 'bout to hit a line of yo
Ghetto blaster louder than my car radio
So we sit it on the backseat and let the bass go
The 808 kick drum makin' niggas get dumb
Haters wanna get some but they just playin' dumb
I hit a bitch harder than a Chinese gong
Juggalos and the Sinners click together, it's a done