Giovanni Baglione (1566 – 30 December 1643) was an Italian Late Mannerist and Early Baroque painter and art historian. He is best remembered for his acrimonious and damaging involvement with the slightly younger artist Caravaggio and his important collection of biographies of the other artists working in Rome in his lifetime, although there are many works of his in Roman churches and galleries and elsewhere.
He was born and died in Rome, but from his own account came from a noble family of Perugia. A pupil of the obscure Florentine artist working in Rome, Francesco Morelli, he worked mainly in Rome, initially with a late-Mannerist style influenced by Giuseppe Cesari (or the "Cavaliere d'Arpino"). After an intermezzo Caravaggesco when he was heavily influenced by the young Caravaggio in the early years of the new century, and a Bolognese-influenced phase in the 1610s, Baglione's final style became more generalized and typical of Roman Early Baroque painters such as Guercino, though always reflecting his training in the Central Italian tradition of disegno, the absence of which he criticized in the Caravaggisti. To Rudolf Wittkower, his style "vacillated between progressive trends, without absorbing them fully".
(Chorus)
Nothin on this earth can rock me
Like a juggalette
Kissing up and down her neck and
Talking dirty til she gets wet
Ladies in clown makeup and
Milenko thongs listen up
I'm a spit this lyrical message
Until I've had enough
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Nothin on this earth can rock me
Like a juggalette
Kissing up and down her neck and
Talking dirty til she gets wet
Take this for example,
Recently there's been a lady
Gorgeous Juggalette who
I can call my brunette baby
Loves it when I hold her tight and
Stick my hands between her thighs
Tears of ecstacy and passion
Slowly drippin from her eyes
Took her panties off
And rolled my tongue right down
Her f***ing chest
To the best p***y ever tasted,
F*** it was the best
Reached up with my arms
And she grabbed and
Tightly held my hands
Telling me how good it felt
So I continued with my plans
Dug a little deeper with my tongue
Until I hit the knot
Gripped my hands tighter
As my tongue tickled her G spot
Next thing that we did was
To create one being from two
Got her up on top and
F***ed her as the Juggalos do
Never felt the passion from
Another Juggalette before
That was days ago
And I'm still here cravin more
Gotta tell this Juggalette
In some form, in some way
I still got more to say and that
Boo still wants to play
This song goes out to all of you Psychopathic Juggalettes
Listen to me closely so that
I can get this off my chest
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Nothin on this earth can rock me
Like a juggalette
Kissing up and down her neck and
Talking dirty til she gets wet
Juggalettes listen up,
I'm a talk about them
Silly f*ggot pop punks
Them jockey sports hunks
The ones that dress to impress
And always buy from the best
The f**k they got to offer you
Besides a shaved chest?
It's what a juggalo like me can
Offer you just every time
Pourin' Faygo down ya t! ts
As we hand you to the sweet sublime
A juggalo will strip you down and
F**k you in his facepaint
Chew off your panties and
Lick your p***y til you faint
This song goes out to all of you Psychopathic Juggalettes
Listen to me closely so that
I can get this off my chest
(Chorus)
Nothin on this earth can rock me
Like a juggalette
Kissing up and down her neck and
Talking dirty til she gets wet
This song goes out to all of you Psychopathic Juggalettes
Listen to me closely so that
I can get this off my chest
(Chorus)
Nothin on this earth can rock me
Like a juggalette
Kissing up and down her neck and
Talking dirty til she gets wet
This song goes out to all of you Psychopathic Juggalettes
Listen to me closely so that
I can get this off my chest
(Chorus)
Nothin on this earth can rock me
Like a juggalette
Kissing up and down her neck and