[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Ain't no gravity so just let go
We all family in this freakshow (I'm a freak!)
Misfits, creeps, straight thugs, yo
No fucks left, cutthroat Juggalo (Juggalo)
All love, all we got is us
Throw your hands up y'all, in The Mob we trust (Yeah)
Out here grindin' in the wastelands (Wastelands)
Dappin' up fam with the same hands (With the same hands)
Everybody equal, money don't make us
We all weirdos, that's why they hate us
No opps 'round here, no traitors
Why you so mad? Guess 'cause you ain't us

[Chorus: Demi Demaree]
'Cause all my friends are freaks
But they got mad love for me
I guess a little crazy makes damn good company
And all my friends arrive
When I need 'em right by my side
I guess a little crazy makes a damn good ride or die

[Verse 2: Claas]
I'm a little fucked up, don't care (Ha!)
Got 'em lookin' at me crazy like a bomb scare
Might wanna stop there unless you're in this crew of ours
Anybody not will catch a hook like I'm Abdul-Jabbar (Yes!)
This shit kinda sounds like we're The Wolfpac (Yes!)
New World Order, fingers up and we gon' touch that (Let's go!)
And if you didn't get it, fuckin' bounce then
It'll only be homies and soldiers on the ground when (Ha!)
We take over and put the mask on
Villains poppin' out of the trunk and we will smash on (UGA!)
Anybody thinkin' that we ain't still behemoths
The pinnacle's now been reached and you're staring into the zenith
[Chorus: Demi Demaree]
'Cause all my friends are freaks
But they got mad love for me
I guess a little crazy makes damn good company
And all my friends arrive
When I need 'em right by my side
I guess a little crazy makes a damn good ride or die

[Verse 3: Boondox]
Ride or die from the cradle to the curtain fall
Grab the Ouija board and hit me up, I'll make a curtain call
Steppin' out the wall, Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze
Like The Midnight Sons, got your back from the grave (From the grave)
A blood oath, no Excommunicado
Family for life, yeah, it's written in the motto (In the motto)
I dip a hollow and put it in the Kimber
See you comin' for the homies, give you something to remember
Keep the middle finger limber (finger limber), trigger automatic
Fuck you's, belt-fed and I'm quick to let 'em have it (Let 'em have it)
Kick 'em like a habit down the middle through the uprights
That's the kind of shit to keep them motherfuckers up nights

[Chorus: Demi Demaree]
'Cause all my friends are freaks
But they got mad love for me
I guess a little crazy makes damn good company
And all my friends arrive
When I need 'em right by my side
I guess a little crazy makes a damn good ride or die