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Insane Clown Posse Ringmaster Murder Go Round What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick Killed the little prick, him and his chick Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown Break it on down, it's murder go round What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya Once upon a time in the ghetto zone A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays Swung on his pipe once again for the road "Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay? How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay There he sits so I knock on the door Pops opened up...pops hit the floor Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it It's the murder go round Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary Tags up all on the bricks Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that I don't understand why some people in town We witness your water still southwest down But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust "What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must Take your ticket for the murder go round Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it Into his head, into his boy's head Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver Push that old piece of shit in the river The cat and my boys saw five go down Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again) On the murder go round (Nooo!!!) Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong Everybody singing that southwest song What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh? Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though But you know the shit had to hit the fan Some gangbanger shot me, man Twice in the forehead, twice in the back Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack Stumbling along it's becoming entwined Who's the next in line? For the murder go round Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? |
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