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Insane Clown Posse Beverly Kills 50187 EP Chop! Chop! "Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweezers And bust every hair off my nutsac Paste em to your back Then jump on the E track And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho" Juggalos... (repeat) Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya) Kick the clown in the forehead And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (Jed) You big fat redneck money-ass hick I'm a city slicker And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya And the carnivals gonna get with ya Oh, I might as well mention That I come from another dimension You never seen nothing like this, boy Magic acts of pain and joy Keystone come and try to get me But I pack a French curler with me Ha, and the officer let me off quick Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit Heh, picture that (that) Packin' a magic wand and a top hat Cuz some gotta stop Or the wicked clowns are gonna CHOP CHOP!!! Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x) Chop chop Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x) Got to be funky Detroit's air is toxic My eyeball's popped out they sockets And fried in the street like a steakum ....Shake em, bake em Break em off something from the smoke stack I been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway I'm nothing but a radiation freak show My arm fell off and bounced on the floor Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley) And we stopping in Sunny Valley Jumping up and down on richie's head And I'm gonna jump until he's finally dead Jump jump jump jump... They got no love yet they got control They'll never touch my funky soul Street top bull it sent chop Now we can run or we can walk Either way some gotta stop Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x) Chop chop Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x) Got to be funky Wicked clown, wicked clown what's up come's down Before my nuts go soft juggle them around Bitch wanna join the carnival circus Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this I gotta catch these carnival thrills Rude Boy empty heads I drill Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels An axe to the forehead usually kills If this ain't hell, I can't tell Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails If I juggle ya call me a juggla I'm a nap burgler voodoo smuggler See I got the symptoms of insanity I'm down with J from the ICP I'm down with him and he's down with me So if we gotta chop C-H-O-P Running down the block, someone hit me with a rock And my brains all over the street But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down And all over this Esham beat So if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta chop If I chop then I gotta chop chop You can never stop sucker, you can never drop wicked Clowns cuz we love to CHOP CHOP!!! Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x) Chop chop Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x) Got to be funky Chop chop I'm gonna ride this wicked footy |
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