Juggalo Island

by Insane Clown Posse

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Guitar Pro Tab Summary

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Lyrics

What ff we had our own island, man? Lets trip in the sun (repeat) Violent J: I got my toes in the sand watchin' hoes play volleyball. It's summer time and I'm feeling jolly y'all. Food on the fire boats in the water and takin' time off from my serial slaughtern.Here for the weekend me and these friends sunny sunshine and blue blue skies never end. There's a mermaid wavin' me to come in, underwater on my balls she's hummin'. Smokin' on a phat one we come to have fun. I got my dick in your hot dog bun.pouring out shots for everybody that's sippin' let's get loose now skinny dippin'. Don't hate me cause the speedo I'm wearin' got your girlfriend stairin'. We out here, sky's so clear, ice cold beer, sun tan topless b!tch come over here. Chorus: (Get up y'all) On Juggalo Island we can be one. Let our nuts hang by the water. On Juggalo Island we can have fun. We can let go by the water. Shaggy: Bang! Pow! Boom!, sunny like high noon met some Lettes and they all comin' over soon. Have a louah I'm getting blew out come over here if you ever get threw out. We gotta place for ya, never will ignore ya. Gotta hot plate and a drink we gonna pour ya. Corpse on the grill plays on the one two and around here the dead have fun too. Stiffs in the water float and we see you doing flips in the air on a sea-do. No cops unless they pourin' out shots unless you're helping us smoke these crops. Surfin' on the big, one havin' big fun, f__kin' with a big fat one under the sun. Lettin' them hang doing our thang listen to them up and down the beach everybody sing. Chorus. Violent J: And when the sun goes down we up all night. Dance of the dead boogie woogie in the moon light. Fuck the rules right? The dead do bite. Listen to the wee-gee board we can only do right. Can't do wrong, fatty in a blue thong everybody can't be together with you gone. Come get with this wicked ridiculous this world is ours every bit of this! Shaggy: Get you a burger with cheese enjoy the breeze I'm choppin' coconuts outta palm trees. And we all in a free ballin' see me shore side surfin' on a dolphin. Grass skirts, dead hola girls, hatchets, and whatever your fishing hook catches. We don't leave without you so lets hang boom pow bang lets do the damn thang. Chorus. Let's trip in the sun. (repeat) Chorus

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Jacob Pebbles

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