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Insane Clown Posse Ringmaster Wagon Wagon If I'm gonna die I'm going out riding the wagon Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin On a piece of string, they flop around and fling Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers You seem to be the kill joy So get your ass in fat boy You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Don't miss your chance The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the floor pounds, yo Some say it's just a hearst, but it's much worse It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse Long, dark, very spooky scary I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn Ah, boom, aboockaboomba We do the dance of the death until you get in the car Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it Say the joker did it in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Now, here's your chance We don't do drive-by's in the wagon Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside Told you seventeen but I lied Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle I play the organ like an old mental case I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there Puffin on a Jim Square Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling Out the back with your neck in a rut Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin It's your last chance |
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