Corrección Letra Where Do We Go From Here? par Violent J

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Aw yeah, back here on the road, Hatchet style
American Psycho tour, this how the f**k we do
Right on the fly, Big Hutch, what up though?

See we be on that wicked sh*t, hit you quick, hide your b*t*h
You don't wanna f**k with this, it's suicide, slit your wrists
Down with ICP, Blaze, Lotus and Twiztid
I'm also known for runnin' with them gangstas and convicts
I'ma say peace to all the Juggalos, you know
How they do do, when at the Gathering it's like whoop whoop
And I'ma say peace to all the hustlers on the grind
Even though the evil be lurkin', they still ain't afraid to shine
Now let me break it to you so you all understand
I'm the Psychopathic family, motherf**kin' hit me
Represent that [?] big shot clique
Above the law, f**k the world as I empty both the clips
'Cause sh*t might pop off when I'm in your area
Some yellow tape, coroner come to pick you up and bury ya
Don't get it mixed up, this ain't no accident
'Cause when I put the stamp on it, it's permanent, b*t*h

Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
And where do we go from here?
Houston, Pittsburg, Wooster, Philly
And where do we go from here?
Orlando, Tampa, Richmond, New York

Bump it up, Mike, let me show 'em what I'm cut like
Violent J, kick 'em in the a** and leave a stuck Nike
Hangin' out they booty, I'm brutal when I'm moody
I consider sockin' suckers in the throat my civic duty
So f**k Judge Judy, Joe Brown, and f**kin' Wapner
I shook twelve cop cars and a helicopter
Judge Hatchet, I bopped her, the face-painted monster
Juggafied mobster, see anyone that wants to
The Duke, baby, kingpin, big daddy Don Juan
F**k with this, you long gone, find your head in Hong Kon
I'm a genius gone wrong, slap you with this long dong
This Psychopathic strong song'll knock your head like bong bong
ICP and Cold 187, combo made in heaven
Where do we go from here? Well to the top we headed
Not some pop sh*t, stop it, wicked when we drop it
I squeeze all the blood out your head and then chop it, rah!
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
And where do we go from here?
Grand Rapids, Iowa, Denver, Salt Lake
And where do we go from here?
Tucson, Texas, Anaheim, and Chico

Another day, another city, another b*t*h, another t**ty
Another switch to the murder committee, the innocent I pity
Another biggy bliggy bliggity hitting me in my kidney
Making most of my days a mystery
And we viciously attack, maliciously making history
And then we all come sneakin' out the back
Got your contact from the bomb sack in the back of the bus
With a couple of b*t*hes, that's where I'm at

Bust like a G spot, Twiztid is the sure shot
Put that sh*t on everything like Frank's Red Hot
And they wonder what we got, is it contagious or what
'Cause I'm better with every bounce and we sharper with every cut
I'm up in the tour bus, and we headed from state to state
Dark Carnival's the life, and the livin' is just great
Got my brothers all around me and family up in the midst
Blowin' weed in the Faygo rain and party until dead
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on, free your soul
Hey, yo, Juggalo, rock on (Rock on)
And where do we go from here?
Missoula, Boise, Portland, Reno
And where do we go from here?
Hartford, Columbus, Milwaukee, Detroit

Rock on
With me
Rock on
Hit me with a whoop dub, whoop whoop
Rock on

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