(Rude Boy)
"Hey what up ya'll, it's the Rude Boy. I know ya'll ain't in, but I just want let ya'll know something man. Ya'll know I love ya, ya'll know you're my homies, and uh, alight we'll talk later. Peace"

(Violent J)
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much,
why don't they just call a muthafucka?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here,
but my homies are family too, third cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over you car
and then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden,
your homies was in the other room

(Chorus)
We talkin' about
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our muthafuckin
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Homies forever dog..
Homies homiiiieeeees

(Violent J)
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I like don't know maybe dishwashin'
or fuckin' flippin' fries
Then you got this boss who think he the Don Mega,
because he the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down,
your homies standin' on his back
while you're kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though,
I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eyeball
out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'd rip your piercings off,
and now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (WHO?)
And when you got caught, on who'd you blame the shit? (WHO?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (WHO?)
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours

(Chorus)
We talkin' about
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our muthafuckin
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine

Homies homiiiieeeees

You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
(Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
(Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady)

(Jamie Madrox)
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
and if you step to one of us,
you better step the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend,
that I could have some friends, that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family,
and when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
Cause the sky's the limit and we ain't finished,
and if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it

(Monxide Child)
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide with homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a
Micheal Jackson "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love ya'll,
hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas
(PSYCHOPATHIC!)

(Chorus)
We talkin' about
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our muthafuckin
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Juggalo Homies
Homies homiiiieeeees

You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
(Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
(Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
(I ain't talkin' bout my family or my motherfuckin' lady)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
(Swingin' hatchets on the daily with my crew actin' crazy)

(Chorus)
We talkin' about
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Real Life Juggalo
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Homies forever dog..
Homies homiiiieeeees

(repeat until song ends)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!