[Intro]
Jugga-Jugga-Juggaholics bitch!
Damn Jugg, Where'd ya find that wicked shit
Another certified jugg classic! (Devereaux)

[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
Tried to cut my wrist, bent the blade purgatory renegade
Told her come and get me at the end I've never been afraid
Back in the day they used to treat me like Jason at camp crystal lake
I chose to drift away now I'm smoked out sipping lemonade
When I talk about the swamp what the fuck you think I mean
We really got it out the mud
The mud was up above our knees
Blood all on my hands the tears I shed they were like acid rain
They used to treat me like a clown now look who's fucking laughing mane

[Chorus: Darby O'Trill]
It looks like the joke's on you (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) [x8]

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
It looks like the joke's on you
Poking, Stabbing, Slashing you (Yeah!)
And if Darby's laughing then I guess I'm laughing too
Fucc you gon' do? You a buffoon!
We are the tomb under the moon
We are the doom that we consume
You 'bout to poop your Fruit of the Looms
(?) shrooms
Shawty filling the balloons
Feel it grippin' on my loins
She on my weenie with the buns (huuh!)
Just can't spell funeral without a little bit of fun (nah!)
Thought you had it going on (haa!)
Really you the funny one (hahaha!)
[Chorus: Darby O'Trill]
It looks like the joke's on you (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) [x8]