The Riddle Box: Lyrics: The Gathering

Lyrics:

[Intro: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, together]
Yeah
This is TDF and ICP right here
Talkin' about a special time
Of each and every year
The motherfuckin' Gathering!

[Verse 1: [?]]
This for my motherfuckin' Juggalo, love you like a brother, bro
The family is the shit, and when I see you, we gon' smoke some dro
You let me hit your fuckin' crow, drink and toot your fuckin' blow
Now I'm out my mind, I got the munchies at the fuckin' store
We did this shit in Cave-In-Rock, bitch you know it's Illinois
Fuckin' with them clowns, who, ICP? Yeah they're my fuckin' boys
It's nothin' like the Gatherin', I'm swearin' it's a different world
This ain't no joke, this is so dope, [?]
Gonna get your ass a Juggalette, a gangsta bitch to represent
Put a stacker in the tent and suck her titties if you wanna sweat
Poppin' pills and J?ger shots, yeah we standin' on the block
Fuckin' with Juggalettes and Juggalos, yeah this ice is hot

[Chorus: [?]]
If you a bad-ass Juggalo
Screamin' "whoop whoop" everywhere you go
Then keep on, yeah
Rock on, yeah
If you a down-ass Juggalette
Screamin' "whoop whoop," represent your set
Then keep on, yeah
Rock on, yeah

[Verse 2: Violent J]
This ain't like other festivals, it's realer than the rest of those
We closer than some testicles, the best of shows, lesson lows
Love and bud all in the air, mud all in your derriere
We take over the area, and every year we scarier
It's very clear somethin's poppin' off new and never seen
Uninfluenced by the mainstream, the feeling's better than a dream
Unpolluted, undiluted, straight-up uncut dopeness
Try to shut us down, you get your legs broke and throat slit
I gets my boogie on, I don't even dance, I kinda sway
'Cause I'm so damn blowed I'm snorin' (Damn, look at J)
Nobody stares, love is everywhere, energy's amazin'
This shit'll change your fuckin' life two days in, to the Gathering

[Verse 3: [?]]
From August twelfth to the fifteenth, bitch, yes I'm on my buggy
Introduce me to the family up to Juggalettes, they love me
ABK, Twiztid, Boondox, and AMB, they rocked it
Blaze was there in the middle of the woods with a green bud in his pocket
Outdoor showers, water hole, bitch we ride the love train
Ferris wheels and helicopters, this a Juggalo thang
Little [?]
Prissy bitches get no love so they fucked Tila Tequila up
Wet T-shirt contest, we judged it, god damn right you know we loved it
DJ Clay said it's okay so go get naked out in public
So much weed smoke in the air, who cares nothin' is matterin'
It's my favorite time of the year, there's nothin' like the Gatherin'
[Chorus: [?]]
If you a bad-ass Juggalo
Screamin' "whoop whoop" everywhere you go
Then keep on, yeah
Rock on, yeah
If you a down-ass Juggalette
Screamin' "whoop whoop," represent your set
Then keep on, yeah
Rock on, yeah

[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I'm humpin' somethin' in a tent, thousands but we intimate
Fuck up off the internet and live your life, jump in the pit
The first and last of its kind, it's miles past, hard to find
Finally park and start to shine, Psychopathic party time
Afroman is rappin', Terry Funk is beatin' ass
I can see 'em both where I got my chair posted on the grass
For miles around, they hear the bump and see the blarin' lights
All they know is that we live, somethin' like a paradise
They disregard it 'cause they ain't a part of what started
They sit at home, brokenhearted, while we straight get retarded
And it's a shame 'cause we'll be doin' this at sixty-five or better
No matter where you go in life, we can always be together
At the Gatherin'