Juggalette - King Gordy

Well how ya doing Mrs. Juggalette

Face Painted

Lookin' all sexy with that hatchet tatted on your breast

You are my morbid thing

My horrorcore queen

My wicked witch of the Midwest

My east coast mistress

My down south, thick breast Juggalette

But when I’m out west I love to rub against yo ass

You are so gothic

My dick is getting hard

I can’t stop it

Baby, you are the hottest

They say you always making songs for them Juggalos

What about us pretty girls in the front row

King Gordy you on fire we can smell smoke

Baby, I keep the fire just inhale slow

Now when we get to the hotel room

I assume we’ll be eating these mushrooms, then I’ll be fucking you

You say you got a boyfriend, we’ll give him something to do

Stand outside and watch my truck and don’t move

You say I ain’t the best

All you do is talk about me

And I ain’t even famous yet

But your girlfriend still gonna jock me

Don’t get mad 'cause your Juggalette

Knows each and every song that I sing

I am a star, that’s why your girl is in my car

And she’s giving me head

I’ve never had this type of love before

After this, I shall love no more

Let her on stage

Come on baby dance with me

Wiggle that ass for me

Wait in the back for me

I’ll be on my way to show you something

And when the show is over

Oh yes, we gonna be fucking

My name is Cobain

I don’t care if you got man

I’m a rock star, pretty sure dude will understand

But if not security will put they fuckin' hands on his ass

So fast he won’t have a second chance

Now me and you can continue our little romance

This is wicked stuff, let Gordy play in your pants

When I’m in Denver Colorado I can hit in advance

Them Faygo lovers know all them Jugglettes

And damn it feels so good

I’ve never felt this happy inside

I wanna take a Juggalette as my bride

Will you marry me?

You say I ain’t the best

All you do is talk about me

And I ain’t even famous yet

But your girlfriend still gonna jock me

Don’t get mad 'cause your Juggalette

Knows each and every song that I sing

I am a star, that’s why your girl is in my car

And she’s giving me head

You say I ain’t the best

All you do is talk about me

And I ain’t even famous yet

But your girlfriend still gonna jock me

Don’t get mad 'cause your Juggalette

Knows each and every song that I sing

I am a star, that’s why your girl is in my car

And she’s giving me head