Insane Clown Posse - Yours Begins Tonight Lyrics

Yours Begins Tonight Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse




I Really Aint Got No Wins
Thats All Right
I Never Had Nothin To Spin Playa
Thats Still All Right
I Aint Got To Many Friends
Thats All Right
I Dont Know When A Story Begins Either
Your The Man Tonight

Be Sure You Wanna Do This
Cause Once Your Down Your Down
Bitch You Can Make It Through This
Ladies And Gentlemen Gather Around
See A Oddity A Ramity A Human Fear
Stragin Juggalagin And Yet So Real

I Really Aint Got No Wins
Thats All Right
I Never Had Nothin To Spin Playa
Thats Still All Right
I Aint Got To Many Friends
Thats All Right
I Dont Know When A Story Begins Either
Your The Man Tonight

Im Walking Though A Battlefield
But I Know My Shit Is Tight
Looking For The Bullet Holes
Each One Is Beaming Light
You Gotta Be Real With It
Get Drill With It Dont Let It Disappear
You Aint Feelin It You Cant Deal With It
You Feel Tricked? Well

I Really Aint Got No Wins
Thats All Right
I Never Had Nothin To Spin Playa
Thats Still All Right
I Aint Got To Many Friends
Thats All Right
I Dont Know When A Story Begins Either
Your The Man Tonight

Funny Thing Is Some People Think We Give A Fuck
I Wouldent Give A Fuck If A Dump Truck Full Of Pump Bucks
Nope I Wouldent Give None
Tvidea Media And Radio
Only Reason While I Carry A Gun
Were Here To Let You Know There Is A Better Place To Go

I Really Aint Got No Wins
Thats All Right
I Never Had Nothin To Spin Playa
Thats Still All Right
I Aint Got To Many Friends
Thats All Right
I Dont Know When A Story Begins Either
Your The Man Tonight
I Really Aint Got No Wins
Thats All Right
I Never Had Nothin To Spin Playa
Thats Still All Right
I Aint Got To Many Friends
Thats All Right
I Dont Know When A Story Begins Either
Your The Man Tonight

[thanks To Bud (buddlite24@hotmail.com) For These Lyrics]

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Insane Clown Posse - Your Rebel Flag Lyrics

Your Rebel Flag Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma Lou

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jack
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke
So, get back on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
Thirty four years old, still in the third grade

Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your chest falls off

What you say ain't always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck

Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't look back, Or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel flag

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

I'm up and I'm headed for the South
Fidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a headless goose

'Cuz you tried burning down my cross
That's ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah

But ya know I chill 'cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the North

And blow that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up

Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick

And your greasy ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, it ain't shit

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back
Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back

Guber, I'm a stab his face, Felma Lou, I'm a fuck her in the ass
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back
Guber, I'ma stab that motherfucker in his bitch

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Insane Clown Posse - Yellow Bus Lyrics

Yellow Bus Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse




[shaggy 2 Dope:]
When I Was A Little Boy They Used To Laugh At The Mini Bus
We Was Special Wasn't Many Of Us
Where Did We Get To Go All Day? We Went To Happy Land
See Me Pressed Up On The Glass Smillin' Waving My Hand
I Like Y'all In A Hurry Tryin' Ta Get To Go Where Y'all Go
Our Little Special Yellow Bus Grip Through Town Extra Slow
We Don't Get Shot In Our Class We Happy All Damn Day
You See The Little Yellow Bus Comin' Fuck Out The Way

[violent J:]
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wants Us To Pick 'em Up
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wants Us To Pick 'em Up
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up

[shaggy 2 Dope:]
All These Bitches Never See Me I Waggle My Penis
I'm Ridding In The Little Yellow Bus 'cause I'm A Fucking Genius
We Got Our Own Class And Y'all Ain't Got Ta Pass
You Might See Us Threw Window If Ya Cut Across The Grass
But That's All You Will Get We On Some High Level Shit
Get Back To Your Class With The Masses Where You're Easy To Forget
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Ridding On That Bitch Laughing
Oblivious To The Wicked World Outside And What's Happenin'

[violent J:]
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wanna Ride Wit Me
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wanna Ride Wit Me
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up

[shaggy 2 Dope:]
Lights Flash When We Grippin' By 'cause We In Here Whillin'
We Livin' On Our Own Shit While Y'all Worry 'bout Stylin'
We Ridin' On Past Sometimes Haters Try To Diss Us
By We So Fucking Happy We Can't Help But Let It Miss Us
We Floating On The Chain We Ain't Gotta Maintain
We In Our Little Yellow Bus 'cause We Ain't The Same
We Out Here Bendin' Corners And We Ain't Fucking With Stress
And Where We're Headed That's For Only Us To Know And You To Guess

[violent J:]
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wants Us To Pick 'em Up
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wants Us To Pick 'em Up
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wanna Ride Wit Me
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
I'm In The Little Yellow Bus Who Wanna Ride Wit Me
Come On
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
The Little Yellow Bus
Scoop Us Up
Come On And Scoop Us Up
The Little Yellow Bus
Uh
Scoop Us Up (come On)
Come On And Scoop Us Up (come On)

[thanks To Mystical Mike For These Lyrics]

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Insane Clown Posse - Wizard Of The Hood Lyrics

Wizard Of The Hood Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Wizard of the hood

One time, the icp with this shit
For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
Yo, g, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck
Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of md
Straight passed-out on his mother's bed
With seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, i was sipping on faygo
With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado
Huh, i can't run no where
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)
And don't laugh just yet
And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, i gotta grip on my weapon
Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
"oh my, look at the witch
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"
And they saying that i'm doomed
Cuz i killed some ho that rides on a broom
Fuck this, i'm going back to where i stay
And i walking down the yellow brick alleyway
Interlude (contains samples from "wizard of oz" and "ghetto zone")
Well, go on motherfucker!
Now i'm roaming just like basshead
Everybody know just where the alley led
And don't say you don't know
Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
I ain't playing this bullshit no more
So i whip out the nigger play the double-four
Best tell my ass how to get back
Or i'll blow the straw out your fucking head
You wanna see the wizard?
Fuck yeah, i do
Get me off this pole and i'll come with you
You know the wiz
Yeah, its the road for him
Then he gave me on a 'gene
Now i gotta bullet for him
So me and the crow was walking on bricks
Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes
I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow
Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land
Just what you thought, there go the tin man
How to get to the wizard?
What the fuck
I ain't saying shit until you oil me up
I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro
Oil me up with a forty of red bull
Huh, just like the book said
Tin man was stumbling like a crackhead
Old-ass rusted out metal
But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto
"somewhere over the rainbow"
(shut the) fuck up, bitch
***gunshots***
Damn, this ain't kansas, ho
This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch
So pick your skank ass up
And you and toto get the fuck on
Yeah, we've come a long way
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to del ray
And i'm a wonder land story book tourist
Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest
Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
Hoods and hoodlums and theives, Oh my (3x)
I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
Don't fuck with me at a time like this
I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss
So i just move and the hooks are flying
You've come and buck with the fucking lion
I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
Or what?
Or i'm a let this nine unfold
Man, fuck this, come back to del ray
There you can rob motherfuckers any day
Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah)
So finally we was at the castle
And with the guards, we got no hastle
They all just got the fuck out our way
I guess even in oz they know of violent j
Interlude
Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay
Who wants to know? violent-psychopath-j
I wanna word with him at gun point
Cuz there's no place like detroit
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
The wizard of the ghetto as its said
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay
Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
Tin man, don't take me for a sucker
I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker
We let it rain,
Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain
Then i stepped back cool and calm
Cuz the tin man was dropping cluster bombs
Everybody know about car jacking
So me and the fellas went home macking
Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
Drop top geo says "wiz" on the side
Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun
Next thing i knew i was back at the party
Got up and was finning to tell everybody
But i just let it pass
Cuz i know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

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Insane Clown Posse - Wizard Of The Ghetto Lyrics

Wizard Of The Ghetto Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

One time, the ICP with this shit
For you and your boys to say "Fuck yeah" to
Yo, J, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck

Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD
Straight passed out on his mother's bed
Seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
In my dope house, here comes a tornado
Huh, I can't run no where
'Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air

And don't laugh just yet
(And it's blindin' my motherfucking eyes, bet)
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
'Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping

"Oh my, look at the witch
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"

And they saying that I'm doomed
'Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom
Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay
And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway

We're off to see the wizard
(Sing along, sing along)
We're off to see the wizard

Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Delray
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Delray

Well, go on motherfucker

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Insane Clown Posse - Witching Hour (feat. Myzery) Lyrics

Witching Hour (feat. Myzery) Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Featuring Twiztid

Ahem we are here today to mourn the loss
Of a punk ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
Turns out he was the shit a piece of shit.
You see this young hoolagin wasn't afraid to die
So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighboor hood.
Well the only respect he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.

(Chorus x4)
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour

(1st Verse- Violent J)
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are

[120 over 40 and falling fast...I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!]

(2nd Verse- Twiztid)
Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cuz you're facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if He's up there
And tell that man how you spent your life here
Bust around the street, deisel smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cuz the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was firing
See your partner blurry from the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, wanna survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Mommy Dearest
You wanna live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting
Time ticking it's the hour for the witching

[Quit crying like a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker!]

(Chorus x4)

(3rd Verse- Violent J)
Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares
Time for the Revrend to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for your crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face

[Put 50 more cc's in that IV and start CPR... I'm still not getting anything]

(4th Verse- Twiztid)
Bitches are backstabbers, Or your inner friend bank grabbers
Reaching out just to get fatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it from the backside
You wish you had some rum, feeling numb
Where the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'Cuz you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
Get on this shit, you're losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your phat ride crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing black roses
Beer on the concrete, bones in your coffin
That's all you get, a lost soul on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, hour to be witched

[Looking at my gucci, it's about that time, motherfucker]

(Chorus x4)

(5th Verse- Violent J)
Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're gone
Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out your place
Time for you love to go through your tin case
Time for your father to feel a little stress
Time for you step-dad to give a fuck less
Time for the world to keep spinning around
Even with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are

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Insane Clown Posse - Wind Me Up Lyrics

Wind Me Up Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse




Wind Me Up
So I Can Keep Up With You
Shits So Electric These Days
I Clash With Everything New
I Try To Fire My Guns
I Try To Bang On My Drums

There Was A Time When I Ran
The Fastest Anyone Seen
There Was A Time In My Hands
I Had The World It Would Seem
There Was A Time I Could Stand
On Top With No In Between
There Was A Time
When I Didn't Need Somebody To
Wind Me Up

I'm Tryin' To Race With The Best
This Once Was Easily Done
It Came Easy To Me
Now There's No To For Risk
They Do Shit Faster These Days
I Know, I'm Tryin' To Keep Up

There Was A Time When I Ran
The Fastest Of Anyone Seen
There Was A Time In My Hands
I Had The World It Would Seem
There Was A Time I Could Stand
On Top With No In Between
There Was A Time
When I Didn't Need Somebody To
Wind Me Up

I Can't Let Ship Pass Me By
I'm Winded Yet Still I Keep On
I'll Never Ever Never At Least Try
This World Is Spinnin' So Fast
I'm Still On It
Lets See How Long I'll Last, How Long I'll Last

There Was A Time When I Ran
The Fastest That Anyone Seen
There Was A Time In My Hands
I Had The World It Would Seem
There Was A Time I Could Stand
On Top With No In Between
There Was A Time
There Was A Time I Didn't Need A Wind Up [x3]

There Was A Time
There Was A Time I Didn't Need A Wind Up

There Was A Time
There Was A Time I Didn't Need A

There Was A Time

[thanks To Mystical Mike For These Lyrics]

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Insane Clown Posse - Willy Bubba Lyrics

Willy Bubba Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Ok class please settle down nowI'd like you to meat our new student ah um, willy bubbaWilly is from kentuckyWelcome willy I'll be your teacherMy name is mrs. felbeeWell I dropped out of school but I still hang in the hallsSo there I was you never guess what I saw maybe a chicken,I thought it was a duck but it was a redneck fuck,So I walked up hey willy bubba, hubba, bubba, lubbaMy name is violent j but my homies call me chicken pluckaI been down with the clowns since day one, it's day twoI guess I got some plukin to doIn these parts we tie you to the deskAnd all line up and take blows to your chestFist to your chin, kicks to your headLast year we killed a kid dead, haa (oh my fault)Walked into school there's hay in the hallwayLeadin to your locker walk up and sock yaThen bounce your head around the classroom and act nuttyThe teacher walks in and asks everybodyWho kicked willy bubba's ass? I did!Did you do it right here in the class? sure did!Did you punch him in the face? Did you slap him in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? yup! yup! (x2)Willy, willy, bubba, hubba, lubba, dubba, dillyTell me why you talk to silly, bitchYou sound like you came from he land of the bigot'sJolly your dickens the land of the chickensI guess you in season,I'm packin me a 44 barrels to your head,And blow your face out your ass hole pow! bitchI'm shaggy 2 dope I'm commin for your kid folkYou get your chin broke and don't cry, and run to the teachShe can't understand your redneck ass speechIf she could, she wouldn't do a thangCuz she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wangYou in trouble bubba, you better run quickYou too slow willy, cuz you a fat bitchI caught you and got my hands all bloodyTeacher walks in and asks everybody(x2) who kicked willy bubba's ass? I did!Did you do it right here in the class? sure did!Did you punch him in the face? Did you slap him in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? yup! yup! (x2)Ahh, check it out lets play willy bubba and kill the willy bubba (x9)

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Insane Clown Posse - Wicked Rappers Delight Lyrics

Wicked Rappers Delight Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse


(feat. Esham)

Icp And Esham Wicked Rappers Delight 2015
Feins Of The Wicked Shit Its Time To Get Hot
Bump Your Fucking Shit Up For Something Wicked Shit Right
Detroit Legendary Demon Lopatara
Staring You Right Back Through Your Eyes In The Mirror
Blowing Out Your Brains Spontaneous Combustion
Lyrics Like A Barrel And Cheering Out Busting
Fire Breathing Wicked Shit Melting Microphones
Blowing Speakers Into Flames Setting Fires To Your Home

How Many Times You Gonna Say I Need Help
Who Gives A Fuck If I Murder Myself
I'm Thinking Suicidal Thoughts I Shot A Gay Preacher
I Didn't Do My Homework So I Shot My Teacher
I Dropped Out The Next Day Fuck A G.e.d
Then I Went And Clowned The Industry With Icp
Through Up The 313 To Let Them Know It Was Me
Esham Is Dope Ho I'm The King Of The D

I Stole A Fucking Firetruck And Drove Through A Wendy's
All That Happen To Me Was A Bullet In The Kidneys
I Almost Died Then But Look At Me I Ride Again
Whats Really Happening Reality Is Pretend
You Can Blow My Fucking Head Off Ill Just Grow Another
My Brain And My Self We Don't Even Know Each Other
Someone's In The Darkness Crawling Out Of My Closet Door
That's What The Nines In The Mattress For

Warlocks And Witches Come And Learn From The Master
The Walls Of My Home Feature Body's In The Plaster
The Dead But Sticking Out Like Hon Solo When He Flows
With My Favorite Weapons Hanging Off There Fingers And Toes
Wicked Pimping Scary Bitches Living Or Dead
All With Vampire Fangs And They Giving Me Head
Like Cemetery Girls Back Dance Boogie Woogie Betty
Her Nedens Big And Blew Out Like A Plate Of Spaghetti

I'm Out Cold All My Teeth Gold
Plus I Don't Brush Them
Quarterback Sneaking Plus If You Rush 'em
Bust Em Down Bust Em Up Steady Fucking 'em Up
But Wait Why Do I Have All This Blood On My Hands
Blood On My Clothes Blood On My Shoes
I'm On The 10 O Clock News For Steady
Murdering Crews And There Point Of Views
I'm Like Purple Chronic Mixed With Ass And Demonic
In Her Stomach Full Of Jagermeister Ready To Vomit

Mirror Mirror On The Wall Tell Us Who The Wicked Are
Shaggy E And Jay We In The Game And Getting Ours
Hitting Stars In There Mouth And Bumping Off With Red Necklaces
Wicked Reckless Nobody Expected
Bumping This Wicked Shit Or Are You Brain Dead
I Can Fly A Mutha Fucking Egg On Your Head
Break In And Tie Your Fucking Feet Up To Your Neck
Shoot You In The Back Once And Kick You Down The Steps

I Blow A Crauder In The Side Of Your Head
Do The Same To Your Missis While You Sleeping In Bed
Double Murder Robbery Just Another Job To Me
Rollin In A Stolen Buick Hookers Slobbing Me
Known Though The Farms Lands As A Duke Of The Wicked
Always Shooting The Bigots And Booting The Chickens
Asking Me The Wrong Question Also Triggers My Disease
They Will Find Your Body In Compton In And Your Head In Hallows, Queens.

The Phone Rong And On The Other End It Was The President
I Cant Talk Right Now I'm On The Toilet Taking A Shit
I Groped The Phone I Think My Cover Is Blown I'm Deep Cover
Your Wife Ordered A Pizza From Me She Got The Meat Lovers
I'm Johnny Bravo The Other Black Get At Me Ho
I Make These Hos Happy Tho 'cause I'm There Pappy Oh
Its To Soon For You To Be On My Team
But Give R Kelly A Call I Think Like 'em 13

I Once Met A Hooker And She Did It For Free
On The West First Bus Number 73
All The Way In The Back She Was Humping On Me
Until I Strangled The Bitch And Stuffed Her Under My Seat
I Got Off On My Stop Without As Much As A Drop Of Blood
But Then I Remember I Forgot To Wear Gloves
Now I'm Chasing The Bus My Finger Prints Are On Her Neck
Stop! And Gimme My Dead Bitch Back!

Fucking Dead Bitches On A Wegie Board All Night
Busting Off Shots In The Club We All Fight
Hanging Muther Fuckers My There Neck Off Of Street Lites
With There Legs Cut Off Trying To Read Me Rights
I Wear My Cd I'll Stick It In Your Face
Half Way Sticken Out But Look It Still Plays
I Stomp When I Rap And I Shake The Whole Block
Stick My Dick In Your Ear So You Can Hear What I Got

I Was One Of Those Monsters In The Video Thriller
Known To The World As The Pop Star Killer
And On Another Part From The Part I Arose
I'm The Crusty Ass Booger Hanging Out Of Your Nose
I'm The Stink On Your Toes I'm The Weed To Your Rose
Not One Of Your Friends But One Of Your Foes
And Spitting The Wicked Shit Is The Life I Chose
Do A Spin Grab My Nuts Then B Boy Pose

Chain You Up For Some Tic Tacs Bloody Mess
We The Board On Your Chest And Take Turns Shooting The Rest
I Win Everytime The Beat Is Good With Every Rhyme
And Off With Your Head If Your Getting Mine
This Is Esham And The Wicked Clowns For The Vote
We Come Flying Out The Dark With A Triple Moonsault
I Through A Snowball So Hard It Replaced Your Eye
It Melted And Left A Fucking Hole And It Was Dry

[thanks To Bud (buddlite24@hotmail.com) For These Lyrics]
[thanks To Nelsonchris67@comcast.net For Correcting These Lyrics]

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Insane Clown Posse - Wicked Halloween Lyrics

Wicked Halloween Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse




Knock Knock Knock

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How Horrid To Be Buried Alive
Imagine The Terror Of Being Trapped In Your Own Coffin
Your Heart Beating Wildly, Every Gasping Breath
Using Up Your Valuable Oxygen

My Hand Popped Up Out Of The Dirt
Crawling Out With Broken Wrists That Dont Even Hurt
My Blood Wont Squirt It's Rusty.. Dry,
A Milipede Made It's Home In My Eye
I'll Get By Till The Wicked Halloween
I'm Howl-ing Straight Dogs Follow Me
I'm Coming Home Dead Man Walking
My Feet Flop Clown Walkin' Might Make A Beat Drop
Spend Twenty-five Years I'm Chewing On Gum
Wait, I Got None I'm Chewing On My Tongue
Walk, Oh My Leg Snapped Off At The Knee
I Beat A Kid In The Head With It And Stoled His Candy
Drag Myself All The Way To My Old Block
There Go My Old House, I Go "knock"
Trick Or Treat, Some Chick Opened It Up
I Stabbed Her In The Gut, Started Choking The Slut

What Happened To The Wicked Shit
Cuz We All Walk In Hellawicked
Yeah, It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood In It!
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood Everywhere!

What Happened To The Wicked
This Real Wicked Hellawicked
Yeah It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood In It!
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood Everywhere!

Extremely Often, I'm Laying In My Coffin
But This Halloween The Lid's Comin' Off Son
A Dead Ninja Got Work To Put In
And Quite A Few Assholes To Put A Foot In
It's Been Twenty Years, I Wonder Where My Bitch At
My Dick's Still Intact, I Wanna Hit That
Aint Shit Buddy, And This Aint A Costume
I Only Live Under The Light Of The Moooon!
Lookin For The Bitch In The Phonebook
But My Only One Good Eye, It Wont Work
Finally Found The Address, I'm Going There
Lookin Like A Big Yoda, But I Dont Care
Rang The Doorbell With A Dead Ass Rose
Long Ass Worm Hangin Outta My Nose
My Bitch Got Older, Look Like Mick Foley
I Killed Her, Cuz I Refuse To Die Lonely!
Come On Bitch!

What Happened To The Wicked Shit
This Real Wicked Hellawicked
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood In It!
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood Everywhere!

What Happened To The Wicked
This Real Wicked Hellawicked
I'ts Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood In It!
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood Everywhere!

Bring, Bring, Bring That Shit Back (the Wicked)
Bring That Shit Back
The Wicked, Hellawicked
Bring, Bring, Bring That Shit Back (the Wicked)
The Wicked Shit Back (the Wicked)
Hellaween

What Happened To The Wicked
This Real Wicked Hellaween
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood In It!
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood Everywhere!

What Happened To The Wicked
This Real Wicked Hellaween
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood In It!
It's Time To Get Blood
And We Get Blood Everywhere!

The Wicked Hellaween
The Wicked Hellaween
The Wicked Hellaween...

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Insane Clown Posse - Whut Lyrics

Whut Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

You don't like the way I am
You don't like ICP and Twiztid
Always with a hatchet, whut
Fuck You
This the way I am

I stay scrubby even though I'm paid, whut
Dropped out in the sixth grade, whut
Had syphaliss three times, whut
Commited mad felony crimes, whut
Been a week I ain't washed my ass, whut
Flunked outta special 'ed class, whut
I'd slap John Gotti right here, whut
Only he's locked up now so nea, whut

Carnivals beyond the dead, whut
Still attack you without my head, whut
Scrubatism I'm about, whut
Slappin' baywatch beauties in the mouth, whut
I stomp ghosts that think they hard, whut
Pickin' fights up at the graveyard, whut
You don't like me, I make you sick
Come here and get a mouth full of dick, 'cause I am what I am

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

I'll slap Michael Jackson's face off, whut
I spread herpies everytime I cough, whut
I got head lice in my armpits, whut
I sell nuclear bomb home kits, whut
In church I'll wrestle a nun, whut
Fuckin' twist your nipples then run, whut
I watch my neighbor in the shower
Then waggle my dick for a half an hour

I pour percasets in a bowl, whut
And eat 'em like cereal, whut
I be that neighborhood creep, whut
Singin' voodoo chants in my sleep, whut
I put old ladies in head locks, whut
And run with they ass for blocks, whut
I rent studios and don't pay, whut
Come on Shaggy don't play, Mike? I am whut I am

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

Your mama's got a glass tittie wit a screw on nipple, whut
Whut, yo mama live in a two story dorito bag
She got a wooden leg wit a birdhouse in it
Whut, whut, whut

I walk around beggin for change, whut
And kill mutherfuckers who look at me strange, whut
Psychopathic down til I die, whut
I'll lite a ciggarette, and put it out on your eye, whut
Smokes until my lungs explode, whut
And punch you and your moms and call your dad a hoe, whut
I don't give a fuck if you hate, whut
Just don't let me catch you hangin' out on my side of the gate, whut

Talk to the dead on the phone, whut
If you ain't dead leave me the fuck alone, whut
I call myself a Juggalo, whut
And scream it everywhere that I go, Juggalo
Twiztid serial killaz commin' to town, whut
Dark Carnival and down with the clown, whut
Twiztid freekshow wickid clown bizzar, whut
Check yourself 'cause we are who we are bitch, whut

I be who I wanna be
I act how I wanna act
I see what I wanna see
I smack who I wanna smack
(Mike get the guitar)
I do what I wanna do
I go where I wanna go
Fuck you, you and you
Forever I'm a Juggalo

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

I be whut I wanna be, whut
I act how I wanna act, whut
I see whut I wanna see, whut
I smack who I wanna smack, whut
I do whut I wanna do, whut
I go where I wanna go, whut
Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut
Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut

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Insane Clown Posse - Who_ Lyrics

Who? Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Bring it
Cell block, twin gats
Full clip, foe foe, lil shank, bullet
Jeremy, psychopathic rydas
Nipples, tom dub
All up in that bitch ass
Bubba dub, double a
Stepdirt, jump steady, billy bill, tom k
Mike e. clark, jason, dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us? (don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
Back the fuck up cause yall aint got shit
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money aint right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
Hands down muthafuckas case closed
Psychopathic rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us? (don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
Everybody that's down
That is me and full clip bring it to em
Oooh whos dat?
Clip from the rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh whos dat?
Your muthafuckin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh whos dat?
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh whos dat?
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till I die that's what
I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We aint afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us? (don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
You saw the show
Say I didn't rock it
Ima jab a stick in your eye socket
Im through tryin to prove myself all the time
Im the muthafuckin shit bottom line
Fuck dis tryin to impress yall
Ill wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall
Shit I don't pick and choose my freaks
Ill fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks
And I'd still be the shit like that
Fuckin yokozuna aint livin this fat baby what
Aint nobody bad like us
25 drunk ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks? (fuckin everybody)

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Insane Clown Posse - Where's God_ Lyrics

Where's God? Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Innocent... folks
Innocent... folks
Folks...
Innocent... folks
Innocent... folks
Folks...
Innocent folks wrong place at the wrong time,
Doing bids or drawn in a chalk line, little kids crossing the bridge too
Young,
Some tortured before they come, {damn}
Evil is here, the boogie man too,  
You  don't own a gun, man you should plan to,  
Am I looking at shxt negatively,  
Crib death mom ain't got shxt left,
How the fxck is shxt fair out here,
Homeless family froze on the stairs, where's God bumping his ipod,  
It's odd, I'll be the lightning rod,  
I wanna know,  
Where's God?{pitiful that} 
Where's God? 
Where's God, when shxt goes down?I wanna know,
Where's God?{pitiful that} 
Where's God? 
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right} 
Are we all be tested fail me then,  
So much fxcked up shxt where to begin,
Some kids are born with a silver spoon,  
Others born with a needle & a world of doom,  
Little girl found duct taped & raped, & the killer escaped God give me a
Break,   
I want to keep believing but it's a struggle,
Let Jake & jack jeckel juggle,
Drunk drivers killing Iraq survivors,  he can't interfere, then why's he
Here?,  
After years of feeling like nobody cares,
Most of us switch gears on Him, Cheers,  
Cheers...  
Where's God?{pitiful that} 
Where's God? 
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right} cheers...
Where's God? {pitiful that} 
Where's God? 
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Children fire, everybody dies,
As a preacher explains & I roll my eyes,  
This game tryin' to make sense of madness,
For a ray of hope in a world of sadness,
I get it,  we all need hope to cope,
But collection plate money goes to dope,
I cling by a finger & I'll admit it,
Most of it is bullshxt, & I don't get it,  
If he was up there chillin',  
Lettin' this happen,
Doin' nuttin',
He'd be in need of a slappin',  
But we're all clueless to how it works,
There are no experts & that's what hurts,  
Where's God?{pitiful that} 
Where's God?{we need Him here} where's God, when shxt goes down?{it ain't
Right}
Where's God? {pitiful that} 
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down?{ it ain't right}

 "there's not an individual who's ever confessed Christ, who has not but
One time or another, said the wrong thing, thought the wrong thing, done
The wrong thing, &  I don't care how saved you are"

Where's God?{pitiful that} 
Where's God?{we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down?{it ain't right}
Where's God?{pitiful that}
Where's God?{we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down?{it ain't right}
{pitiful that}

 I still believe...

 it ain't right,  
Pitiful that,  
We need him here,  
It ain't right

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Insane Clown Posse - When Vampiro Gets High Lyrics

When Vampiro Gets High Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

(ready... just remember its school you gotta be faster though, we gotta go
through it faster.) why? (because we dont have that much space) im feelin' it
man, theyre gonna break it up. (the name is vampirogo)The anme is vampirogo...
vampiro, child of the rancid, retched darkness, vampiro, i am trually am a
juggaloust, maniack iller, super unknown hero. (vampiro) yeah a true hatred
writer, long reign the lotus killers. then again it is my privalege to power
bomb your fuckin ass on bed of butcher knives mother fucker .(mother
facker)open up the pandoras box bitch boy and i am one of six killers jimmy
manoxide (jimmy madrox) oh fuck ok thats that dude from twiztid. shaggy
(manoxide) blaze what the fuck? yeah manoxide, blaze (blaze) and of course
violent j. (wet blood trails drain through the streets of detriot) like fago
off a juggalos DICK mother fucker (a juggalos body) oh... the result of six,
serial murdering maniac killers, killing, murdering, stabbing (chopping,
packing, cutting, shooting) and maybe lighting your dick on fire bitch. (woo!)
all hail the lotus pod from hence we came and when our job is complete we will
return to (in your wrists, in your wrists) in my nuts (no, in your wrists)
alright... (the lotus pod) the lotus pod (the lotus pod) the lotus pod fucka!
the next level, six maniac killa's. the lotus POD! (the lotus pod) the lotus
pod (look at me not mi...i mean look at the microphone not me. dont look me
look at the microphone) im looking at the microphone man...(the lotus pod) the
lotus pod (the lotus pod) my big dick (your big dick) my big.. DICK! (alright
thats a rap)

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Insane Clown Posse - When I Get Out Lyrics

When I Get Out Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Comaley, get up. let's go.What? Well, it's your lucky day today, pal. you're free.Uh, what do you mean? Yup, that's right you been pardoned. so come on get your shitLet's go.What are you talking about, I don't understand? Yup, governor's pardoned you. now come on, let's get the fuck out of here.Uh, uh, I'm free. are you serious!? Fuck no, you got four more years, stupid ass.Hahahaha. everyFuckin day, you fall for it. fuckin stupid ass.Wicked clown!When I get out, I'm going home to southwestGoing straight to my freaks and get undressedAnd I'm a hit it like an insane chicken hawkHoochie, won't be able to walkWhen I get out, I'm a run around town nakedCuz my freedom feels good, I can't fake itI let my nuts flop to the hip-hopI wanna chop chop punk cop flip flopWhen I get out, I'm going to my mother's houseShe gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sproutsBut I don't care, she can cook a cinder blockAnd I'm a chew it on up to the last rockWhen I get out, I'm putting on my new shoesBut I don't see anybody sportin kangaroosAnd them wizaby shorts are historyBut so what, I'm a sport mine like a gWicked clowns! check it out y'allWicked clowns! we gettin out y'allWicked clowns! check it out y'allWicked clowns! we gettin outWhen I get out, I'm going to the festivalsCussing, rude, and scratching my testiclesLike we did before we got locked downI'm coming back around, the wicked clownWhen I get out, I'm a throw a partyAnd guess who shows up, nobody!I just sit alone and play solitaireI don't care, at least I won't be hereWhen I get out, I'm coming back to del raySo I can breathe the smog but that's okayCuz I'd much rather whif that shitThen my cellmate rico's funky armpitsWhen I get out, I'm heading straight to the storeFor a big long cold thing of faygoAnd I'm a drink it down to the very endAfter that, I eat the bottle that it came inWicked clowns! check it out y'allWicked clowns! we gettin out y'allWicked clowns! check it out y'allWicked clowns! we gettin outYeah, let me call this broad up, tell her I'm getting out.This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying.What's up, baby, man, it's me.Wait a minute.Who the hell is this? who the hell is this? !When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the headSomebody been sleeping in my bedI never thought my sweetheart would sell me outNow I gotta walk up and blow her mouth outWicked clownWicked wicked clownWhen I get out, I'm back to the good lifeSo don't sweat me, Officer barney fifeIn the pen, I seen your cop friend butt sonSeen daddy like to use his butt someWhen I get out, it's all about the undergroundI'll crawl back into the pipes and never be foundSo when you brush your teethYou might see my eyeball looking at you through the sinkWicked clowns! check it out y'allWicked clowns! we gettin out y'allWicked clowns! check it out y'allWicked clowns! we gettin outI'm getting out, I'm getting out!Guess who's coming to your big townJugglin jugglers jugglin jugglers (kiss the clown)

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Insane Clown Posse - What's The Hell's A Ninja_ Lyrics

What's The Hell's A Ninja? Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

A ninja is the branch of the japenese samurai. a very oldOrginization. it's origins are hundreds of years old. muchOf it's history's been lost. not many ninjas exist today, yetThey all have imdominal fighting skills as a part of ninjitsu.No matter what weapons you use, a ninja will never die.Ninja's possess superior skills of ninjitsu, motherfuckerNinja's have imdominal fighting skillsI'm ninja, a ninjer, a motherfucking ninjaDamn, I wish I could be a shogun samuraiSo I can swing a sword and make necks flyI'd go to school and ninja crawl through the hallsThen I'd jump out and stab bitches in the ballsCuz I remember these kids from the playgroundEverybody'd hang around, we were all downBut then we grew up and everybody turned awayAnd now they dissin me, yellin fuck nerdy jIts sad to think of how it changed as I got olderAs I sit and draw a ninja on my folder, uhWhat I would do if I only had a ninja swordYou'd see blood start flingin on the chalk boardI'd tell the whole class nobody move a jiggleFirst one to do, I'll make your fuckin neck wiggleEveryone would start jockin, the news would take my pictureDamn, I wish I could be a ninjaDamn, I wish I could be a ninja (3x)Damn, it'd feel good to see people up on it(2x)After I was killing all the yuppie fucksAll the poor kids would come and swing from my nutsAnd I would walk home feeling like a samuraiI'd walk in the house and see my momma cryI'd ask why, she'd point to my drunk popsHe tried to hit her again but that shit stopsI kick him in his throat, you hear his neck breakI throw a roundhouse and knock his beard off his faceI'd tell him, dad, now look at all your broken glassWhy don't you pick it all up and stick it in your ass? I watch him do it, now hurry up, you take foreverWhen he was done, I'd squeeze his butt cheeks togetherNow get the fuck out my house, never come backI throw a chinese star and stick him in his ass crack (aaahhh!!!)I turn to my mother, I'm sorry that he hit yaDamn, I wish I could be a ninjaDamn, I wish I could be a ninja (3x)Damn, it'd feel good to see people up on it(2x)If I could be a ninja, my daddy'd be deadBut I still gotta go to work and pay the rentI flip french fries for two twenty-fiveMr. donny works here, he's fuckin forty-fiveBut he think he the shit cuz he the bossI guess he don't know that his life is a lossI walk in, about 5 minutes lateCuz I was trying to clean the blood off my ninja blade but mr. donny wanna try and get up in my faceScreaming at me, sweatin over this placeMad cuz I'm late, he's no better than meJust another bitch working for next to freeI thought about taking my ninja steelAnd cuttin up his body and fry him on the grillBut he's too fuckin whack and I can kill this bitchAnd I don't even need to be a ninjaDamn, I wish I could be a ninja (3x)Damn, it'd feel good to see people up on it(7x)Yeah, yeah, I'm a ninja, yeahFuck that!! I'm a wicked clown, bitch!!!!!

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Insane Clown Posse - What Is A Juggalo_ Lyrics

What Is A Juggalo? Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

(vocal ad lib)What is a juggalo? Lemme think for a second. (well? )Oh, he gets butt naked.And then he walks through the street winkin' at freaks,Wit a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks!What is a juggalo? He just don't care.He might try to put a weave in his nut hair.Cuz he could give a fuck less what a bitch thinks,He tell her that her butt stinks, and all that,What is a juggalo? He drinks like a fish,And then he starts huggin' people like a drunk bitch,Next thing he's pickin' fights with his best friends,Then he starts with the huggin' again, fuck,What is a juggalo? A fuckin' lunatic.Somebody with a rope tied to his dick,Then he jumps out a ten-story windowÉÉÉoh!(chorus:)What is a juggalo? A juggalo? if that's what it is, well fuck if I know.What is a juggalo? I don't know, but I'm down with the clown, and I'm down for life, yo.(end chorus)(chorus)(vocal breakdown)What is a juggalo? A dead body.Well he ain't really dead, but he ain't like anybodyThat you've ever met before.He'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four.What is a jug-What the fuck? connec-man, that shit's wack.Don't worry 'bout my shit, just rap, mutha fucker.What is a juggalo? He ain't a bitch boy.He'll walk through to the hills and beat down a rich boy.Walks right in the house where ya havin' supper,And dip his nuts in ya soupÉÉbloop!What is a juggalo? Well he ain't a phoney.He'll walk up and bust a nut in your macaroni.And watch you sit there and finish up the last bit,Cuz you're a stupid-ass dumb fuckin' idiot.What is a juggalo? He's a graduate.He graduated from......well,At least he's got a job, he's not a dumb putz,He works for himself scratchin' his nuts, ha!What is a juggalo? A hulkamaniac.He powerbombs mutha fuckas into thumbtacks. (bwa!)People like him till they find out he's unstable.He sabued ya mama through a coffee table. (oh my god!)(chorus)(vocal breakdown)(chorus)(chorus)(vocal breakdown)What is a juggalo?

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Insane Clown Posse - What About Now_ Lyrics

What About Now? Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

I remember beatin' down the block
Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo

Everybody rap, though they hood was Compton
And the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin'

I remember the doors, I remember live aid
And I remember every year Jerry Lewis god paid

I remember shit live back when nobody missed it
Like mike first doin the moonwalk and spinnin'

I remember the hippies smokin' grass and fuckin'
Disco dancin floor light I'm cuttin'

I remember Beatlemania seepin' the planet
All that screamin from hoes, I couldn't stand it

I remember Bruce Lee, PS3 to pong
Spandex, hair metal, rock love song

But everything's came and gone somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin' now?

[Chorus 2x]
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel like nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good

I remember when the twist was the thing to do
Slap grease on your head and hoes hang with you

I remember punk rock when it wasn't for sale
And death metal scarin' people straight to hell

So many different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to

Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowadays, it ain't that clear though

I remember when jazz was born in New Orleans
Mom-and-pop record stores, I'd explore these

I remember when you handed in a newer 8-track
You got three old ones back, dope

I was at the first Woodstock, backstage
I smoked a joint and dropped acid with Jimmie Page

I can't believe it's all over somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?

[Chorus 2x]
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel like nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good

I remember led zeppelin laid stairway to heaven
I delivered a pizza to they audio session

I was there when Beethoven went deaf and blind
He just kept playin like he ain't even mind it

I sold pills to Elvis, he let me backstage
I stole his guitar, later sold it on eBay

I cannot believe it's all over somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?

[Chorus 2x]
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel like nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good

I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?

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Insane Clown Posse - We'll Be Alright Lyrics

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Insane Clown Posse - Welcome To Thy Show Lyrics

Welcome To Thy Show Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

(Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope):

Well hello, boys and girls, c'mon in see the show
It's the mystical, magical, great Dark Carnival
Don't bother looking for parking, get rid of it
It ain't like you ever coming back, you fuckin' idiot!
The Carnival emerges only when you about to die
Now muthafucker you are dead in the sky
So come and put your soul around the Murder Go Round
And we'll strap you down, and swing you into oblivion

I gotta spike for your neck with my ninja blowgun
I be thy Juggalada Don Dada Lada Shogun
I swings my sword down and split you in two
Before you even fall, I bitch smack both of you
Welcome to our Carnival, 50,000 Juggalos
Freaks and weirdos, and killers at our shows
I'm just glad we down with 'em, hate to be y'all
And have a Juggalo shatter my skull, for thy Carnival

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