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Skanta Claws lyrics - Insane Clown Posse, Anybody Killa, Twiztid & Syn (feat. Anybody Killa, Twiztid)

Christmas

Check it out

Fuck Rudolph, the mutt owes me money

Him and that faggot ass Easter Bunny

It's Sant, a bitch, recognize the pipe

Smokin' on that North Pole, get it right

It's the middle of August, piping hot

And I'm here looking like Moondog Spot

Nobody thinks about Ol' Saint Nick

Until they want some shit (Uh huh)

I got yo gift, a brand new hatchet

Let's see if your back can catch it

This year Santa Claus get reckless

Leavin' you neckpiece headless

Tell us what you really want for Christmas this year

Whatchu want?

Shit, a hydraulic pump

And whatchu want?

Four tickets to NSYNC

Everybody, tell us what you want

Family size bucket of chicken

Merry fuckin' Christmas, ho ho ho

Got my axe wrapped up, bloody ribbons and bows

Santa hat with my name on it, cocked to the side

Fat sack of the pine trees so I can get high

Red bag full of goodies for the girls and boys

Like a nine millimeter, fuck toys (Fuck toys)

It's December 25th baby, jingle my balls

Handin' out yellow snow cones to all a y'all

This year I believe Santa Claus went crazy

Caught his ass slangin' rocks to my old lady

Santa and Snowman bringin' under this shit

Happy Hanukkah, motherfuckin' suck my dick

Come and let us know what you want for Christmas Time

Whatchu want?

Where's my fucking brother?

And whatchu want?

A big chocolate donut

Everybody, tell us what you want

The Yanks to win a fuckin' series

In Christmas time you will have all out fun and cheer

In Christmas time we all will have much fun and holicheer

Ring a ding ding go the sound of my sleigh bell

Reindeer fly crooked (Why?) 'Cause they drunk as hell

That's how we do when we got shit to do

After all, it's Christmas Eve an event to

Hook all these little richie bitches up real nice

No Sega, Donkey Man, and fuck Old Spice

A hooker for little Jimmy, Timmy get some Henney

Santa puff a jimmy in a minny, Fuck Kenny

Georgy, aah, instructions for a séance

And Sam ain't gettin' shit but two dead parents

And now it's back to the Southwest Pole

All Skanta Claws got for Christmas was coal

What do you want? What do you want? What do

Whatchu want?

A little peek at your butt

And whatchu want?

A Craftman socket set

Everybody, tell us what you want

A whole elephant

Whatch want?

Some ice on my gold fronts

And whatchu want?

I'll suck your dick

Everybody, tell us what you want

A platinum plus plaque

Whatchu want?

Moon Glorius

And whatchu want?

A synful Christmas

Haha

Everybody, tell us what you want

I'll tell you right now, [?] with the [?] for the boys to come over, [?] four, five feet, [?] four, five feet [?] Throw me a beer

Skitzofrantic lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Just leave me alone, get the fuck on

Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home

I hear people walking in the other room

Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen

Try to drive home, someone's in the back

Whisperin words, breathin on my neck

Flickin my ear, I know they're right there

But I can't see em in my mirror, uh

Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead

They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head

Hiding under covers, they're trying get me

But I can tell one of them is under there with me

I got a phone call, I can't pick it up

Can't do a thing, just let it ring

Cause if I do, the phone will explode

I think I better leave him on hold

Skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] the commissioner has, uh")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("Bent over backwards, uh, literally")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("In the last several weeks, in attempting to resolve")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("Uh, this, uh, impasse")

I better just chill, bitch, get real

I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal

You want me dead so that you can get paid

I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time

I gotta kill them or they'll kill me

Who's these guys trying to walk down my street?

He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'

I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker

The man next door try to take me out

So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house

Here come the cops, I don't know shit

How do I know you're legit, bitch?

I hate to say it, but fuck Mort Crim

'Cause I can tell, he's just one of them

Every night I see him on my little TV

He's always looking at me, why?

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] ")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] do anything about it")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("We're going to take action now, we can't wait")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("The police is attempting to make a point")

Sittin' in my room, everything's dark

I think I heard somebody fart

Now how can this be? Ain't nobody home but me

And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?

I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes

Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes

Paint my face like a wicked clown

I'm down, straight skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("The officer who [?] ")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] slow down continue")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("And then, a new virus suddenly appeared")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("They called it the blue flu")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("It reached epidemic proportions")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("Only among police")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("They called it [?] ")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("There was talk of national guard [?] ")

I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a

I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a)

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a)

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(Lemme get some.)

No, you ain't getting none, bitch

This shit costs money

(Psst. Willaby. Willaby)

Oh, hey, hey, kiddies

How are you liking the ride thus far?

Excellent

This next one is about that shit

That comes out of the sewers and pipes

And chokes your neck

It's called "The Smog"

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Slim Anus (Eminem Diss) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

These stupid Earthlings cannot even get along with each other!

Eminem huh?

You wanna diss us?

You wanna diss Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid?

Well here goes a remix

From us to you

This is the truth about Slim Anus...

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who?

My name is Slim Anus

Hi, my name is huh?

My name is what?

My name is the fudgepacker

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who? (Excuse me)

My name is the nutlicker

Hi, my name is what? (Can I have the attention of your ass?)

My name is who?

My name is the buttsniffer

Hi, kids! Do you like Anus?

I let Dr. Dre fill up my butt for one chance to be famous (Uh huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did (Yeah)

Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight

But I can't figure out which Backstreet Boy I wanna impregnate?

And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)

I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty" (OK!)

Well since age 12 I felt like I'm someone else

Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt (Yup)

Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off

She don't know how to do Tommy Lee

I'd suck his dick off

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus it gets tapped dawg

Hi, my anus

My anus

My anus every now and then gets plugged up

Hi, my anus

My anus

My anus is occasionally reamed out

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus really needs to be filled up

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I told him to take his pants off, hooked him up, he let me slide

I pinched his ass, he winked at me

He chased me around the desk, I told him come and get me

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Flashed the bartender - and I tried to feel his dick up

Extra-terestrial, runnin' over pedestrians

In a space ship while they screamin' at me

Let's just be friends

99% of my life I was lied to

I just found out my Mom screws more guys than I do (Damn)

I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper

She met Violent J I couldn't believe it when he slapped her

You know you blew up when the women rush the stands

And try to touch your hands but I need me a man

This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph

(Dude can I get your autograph?)

So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, nice ass!"

Hi, my name is huh?

My name is who?

My name is (They call me the pore plugger)

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who?

My name is the itch itcher (Excuse me)

One of radio's wonder boys

They call me the butt itcher

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who?

My name is (I've been called Dre's butt boy)

Stop the tape this kid needs to be locked away (Get him)

Dr. Dre don't just stand there operate

I feeled up my balls and buttcheeks

Anal lube got my ass greasy for weeks

Stick your manhood between my cheeks (Yup)

Am I cumming or going, I can barely decide

I just drank a pint of semen - dare me to drive? (Go ahead)

All my life I was very deprived

Dre's butt is too sexy to hide

Take your pants off Dre, I don't mind

Clothes rip like the incredible Hulk

I spit when I talk, I'll do any guy that walks

When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

Sometimes I sit and wish Dr. Dre had a set of tits

Get behind me Shady and grab me by my hips

If I do that then I can't kiss you on your lips

By the way if you see my Dad

Ask him if he seen my spread in Gay Al's porno mag

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus gets tapped up

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus it's always getting plugged up

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus occasionally reamed out

My anus it needs to be filled up

Your anus

Your anus

Your anus is always getting plugged

Your anus

Your anus

Your anus is always getting stuffed

You wanna diss us?

We don't even know you you little bitch

You wanna sit there and diss us?

You little bitch I'll slap your face off

That's what happens when you go up against the Psychopathic Family trick

You little bitch [laughs]

Slim Anus!

Slime lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Hello, girl...

Steve Meets Abu lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Picture, you've grown up in the holy lands of the Middle East, your entire life dedicated to religion. You don't know the wild lawlessness of the western world, only the peaceful ways of your God

You're happy, there's only a smile on your face

Nobody carries weapons, guns, shanks, or mace (nothing!)

No heroin or crack, homeless vets, or street gangs

No trench coat weirdos showing kids how they meat hangs (nope!)

Picture this, no cigarettes, shitty cancer burgers

No public massacres or titty dancer murders (none!)

Random bones, abandoned homes full of squatters

No breaking in, taking, raping your daughters

Picture this, no runaways, no kids having kids

Twelve-year-old meth heads dead or doing life bids

No preachers slipping roofies to children at Bible study

No wives with secret lives, slutty, fucking your buddy (no more!)

No gambling, liquor stores on every block

Homeless hobos in flocks, trying to score them some rocks (get off!)

No hookers' health spas and human sex slave trafficking

No devil at large and what that master brings

Picture this, five times a day, everyone around you

Is on their knees, kneeling, and the feeling surrounds you

Everyone succumbing to the faith that summons you

Next to the King, everything else is number two

In unison, all together now, its heaven's bow

They all proud, man, woman, and child

If a different belief than yours makes you wanna laugh

Picture Noah catching two bears, seals, and giraffes, bitch (ha ha!)

Picture being gay a sin, Adam and Steve

I laughed so loud in church, they fucking had me leave

It's all [?] and makes sense, if you was taught and raised, you'll have it

Even if your family tree fought slaves

Having been born and raised in the beautifully peaceful holy lands, picture how terrifying the ways of the Western world must seem to you, and picture how scary the constant threat of an invasion must be

Picture this, happiness, no mistaking your bliss

You just wish to exist and miss Satan's abyss

The rest of civilization are evil life nations

An ominous threat, you'll forever lie facing

Over there, women are raped, and snipers won't quit (damn!)

Pissed off judges sentence you while they dope sit (what?)

In school, you heard about the bombs and how to take cover

So insane they kill each other, even they mother (oh)

Divorce is nothing, they marry again and again

Bitches wear shorts up they ass, bearing skin

PLOW! Street shootouts, murder and violence

Picture that, when all you've known is peaceful silence

Their own government kills them with liquor and tobacco

Rich oil tycoons, evil as Hitler, straight jackals

But sicker and much quicker to react, smack, and whack those

With the black oil stacks they attacking and jacking them for

They could show up any minute, spreading evilness

Overthrow your own holy land and heed your bliss

Right or wrong, you only know what's been taught all along

Die in a holy war, god will adore you, so be strong

Picture the grim day of an actual invasion. The evil henchmen of the long corrupted mainlands have now reached your people and are demanding your conversion to their evil and deadly ways of life

Picture this, another quiet and warm blissful night

Suddenly, explosions ripped through your life

Your family screams, you lie shouting, "Shit's okay!"

But they was warned for years about this day

The devil's minions have finally come

You don't even think to escape. There's nowhere to run

Those who make it to the freeway are gunned down

Bridges explode, cars blown into dust clouds

Picture this, Satan's abyss demanding you and yours (no!)

Barking orders, talking foreign, kicking through your doors (no!)

You'll stand with us and pray to our god, or you'll die bleeding (no!)

We building prisons over here now, [?]

Picture this, explosives [?] to a vest

Three demons enter your home, you know what to do next

Kiss your family goodbye, phase through your surgeon

You're about to be chilling in heaven with a gang of virgins

They in your home, searching through your kitchen

Open up the door and pull the cord without flinching

You walk right up, he turns around and looks just like you

He says "My name is Steve." You tell him, "Mine is Abu,"

And then boom

اعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم

لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ هُوَ الْحَیُّ الْقَیُّومُ لاَ تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَهٌ وَ لاَ نَوْمٌ لَّهُ مَا فِی السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِی الأَرْضِ مَن ذَا الَّذِی یَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُ إِلاَّ بِإِذْنِهِ یَعْلَمُ مَا بَیْنَ أَیْدِیهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَ لاَ یُحِیطُونَ بِشَیْءٍ مِّنْ عِلْمِهِ

اعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم

Surviving The Game lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Paris)

Tell me, what the fuck you gonna tell a vet, a boss?

... yet? You lost

You underestimated, weak expectations

We superceeded all of that, fat all in the map

With that (ooh), like we brand new

We schoolin, freak it the whole game

Feelin' like a fool for speakin'

But we ain't tryna win any awards, make fake friends

Exploding below the streets, earthquake

In this... shed networking and digging tunnels

Invading the industry, hijacking the channels

The hatchet and hard truth, part proof that lives

Among the mass contention, the system gives

If you attackin' back with axes, gats and hatchets

Bust 'n doing backflips by any means tactics

Get it, their head all in the way? Split it

Always leave one alive so they can tell 'em you did it

And then we

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin' the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

It ain't nothing but a thing to spit fire

The real shit don't expire we at a high wire

Pullin' tricks 'n stunts we done only hit once

Electrocute the industry every six months

We get on this bitch but we don't want it

Keep the Lotus low love don't flaunt it

Another Juggalo hit bitch I'm on it

And if I ever won a Grammy I'd pawn it

You wanna know about this?

Well I doubt this you wanna diss

Cause what you love ain't about shit

We not only survive but thrive and blast

And never stop like "Ah, at last"

Puttin' in work self-made experts

Show this played out scene how the next works

Ambition, that's what got these ho's dissin'

Thowin' weak ass blows and all week missin'

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin' the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

Dough gotta cut, let me introduce

To the Juggalo nation ain't no substitute

For the original hard truth soldier it's on

I get the strap of the wreck and get yo motherfuckin' back blown

The revolutionary pro hitter

Spittin' hard truth bricks over street slaps we get with' ya

With 4 million sold...

It ain't a thing for me to post and reach across the motherfuckin Nile

Motor city get yo grib tight

'N recognise the arcitect that sparked the light

Crack the code, show the whole world the power of truth

Now motherfucker can you buy that too? I guess ruthless

I see the bitch in them ho's they get nervous

'Cause I'm N.W.A. but with a purpose

In these days and times all fake raps and media traps keep it underground

Guerilla attack

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

It's like a blast fast massacre, mass than blast faster

'N slash your whole status, you're staff 'cause y'all have had it

I crash through with mac-mooze [?] attack fools with the black tool

With the hard truth for the grass roots and greet y'all with that Whoop Whoop!

It's MC'in, I'm seein' 'em eatin' them notice

It's no supposing just quotable quotes I wrote 'em

Fuck around in the arena, I'm meaner, supreme 'n leaner

I seen 'em slippin', I rip 'em, I'm set trippin' 'n blitz in your system

Juggalos know the best they, recognise my essay

Comin' deep as essays, I'm S.A

The moral of the story's like Maury, I am the father

Split your wig back, bullshit raps don't even bother

Take your motherfuckers back to battlin'

I'm battlin', known to make 'em scatter when spittin' gangster chattering

All up in your gathering, back I'm with that black on snatch

'N crack your backbone, bitch don't even act on

Write a check 'n make your whole crew bounce

Fake rappers wanna give me a pound

Can't fuck around with that wanna-g, wannabee-itus it's like a virus

Sign they ass into the clinic, g shit I be the venom, hit him up, for sinnin'

Run, protect yo women, Juggalettes know, recognise the true's for jokes

Let a soldier do his thing when I'm in yo scene

Kiss the pinky ring now motherfucker I'm anti-bling

And I take bread 'n make bread, what they said

And all that, but stall that, I never change the format

Recall that, when this drop, I am Hip-Hop

So fuck what you claimin', hard truth don't stop

So before you fix your mouth and say that you ain't heard

The A-R after the P before the I-S served

No I put you up on gang cook, ain't have a skirt

From my mouth to your motherfuckin' ears now that's my word

The Dark lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

In the dark, decency don’t have to be the rule

In the dark, nobody’s watching; you can be a fool

Hang upside down, a gargoyle or a creepy ghoul

Take shit as far as you like; don’t have to keep it cool

In the dark, you’re not responsible for all that you’ve done

Generate enough blood to drown the morning sun

There’s lots to do to cemeteries, and the morgue is fun

But the dark is everywhere, dead to explore the fun

Nobody has a face. You can be what you want

Are you alive is all that matters. Your heartbeats you flaunt

And the darker the better; the dead are free to haunt

You can hear ‘em calling out your name; you see they taunt

Everyone’s alone. They savages. They tear at each other

They all share a common goal: they only care that you suffer

In the dark can be thick, suck out your air when you smother

‘Til you can’t escape the darkness, even under the covers

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I hear a *scream*

And a *caw*

With a *caw, caw*

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I just see heartless darkness, quick to flip you into a carcass

Flip!

Faster than a fire is the smoke when it spread

Do some filthy shit to your bitch or choke her instead

Hear the blade cut through the air and poke in your head

You’ll be prayin’ for the shit to end, hopin’ ya dead

It’s black ninjas in the dark. Even your shadows have shadows

Black as oil skeletons, you can hear them bones rattle

Blackness first, the dark see nothing void of tome battles

You can feel the dripping heat, more blood than slaughtered home cattle

The blackness of their eyeballs are bottomless pits

Something’s frowning in the darkness, you ‘bout to get bit

So much blackness is surrounding, you drown in it quick

Would you rather step in guts or hippopotamus shit?

Black teeth, black eyes, black hair, black skin

Black tongue, black soul, black magic

Your throat we will slash it

Red rum, unholy and tragic

And some come hold the black hatchet

Knock you out cold with a ratchet

They young and old going batshit

Ain’t no controlin’ the action

Black blood be flowin’ and splashin’

Just bein’ choked with a passion

Sickness take hold when you catch it

Darkness can’t nobody match it

His head explodes when you smash it

Stabbed full of holes and some gashes

But it’s much too dark to see black blood all over the mattress

There’s a raven in the room, but all we hear is a squawk

Actually, we can’t even see. Maybe it’s a hawk

I don’t know, baby, a crow maybe, or it’s a black swan

Under the black sky, black shit all on a black lawn

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I hear a *scream*

And a *caw*

With a *caw, caw*

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I just see heartless darkness, quick to flip you into a carcass

Flip!

In the dark, decency don’t have to be the rule

In the dark, nobody’s watching; you can be a fool

Hang upside down, a gargoyle or a creepy ghoul

Take shit as far as you like; don’t have to keep it cool

In the dark, you’re not responsible for all that you’ve done

Generate enough blood to drown out the morning sun

There’s lots to do to cemeteries, and the morgue is fun

But the dark is everywhere, dead to explore the fun

Nobody has a face. You can be what you want

Are you alive is all that matters. Your heartbeats you flaunt

And the darker the better; the dead are free to haunt

You can hear ‘em calling out your name; you see they taunt

Everyone’s alone. They savages. They tear at each other

They all share a common goal: they only care that you suffer

In the dark can be thick, suck out your air when you smother

‘Til you can’t escape the darkness, even under the covers

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I hear a *scream*

And a *caw*

With a *caw, caw*

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I just see heartless darkness, quick to flip you into a carcass

Flip!

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

The Dirt Ball lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Galacto Inspector do you read me?

Yes Captain

Status?

Completed

Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly

You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball

And study peoples life styles

Their general habits of living in their strange society

Yes

Have you done that Galacto Inspector?

Yes I have Captain

Very well, may we have your report?

A strange place this Dirtball is

A lot of guns a lot of rich folks spitting on bums

A lot of hoodlums

These are just the bums that are really pissed off

Why? Probably cuz they been ripped off by the system

Cops, they ride around in little cars

And throw folks behind bars, like little jars

They supposed be there just to serve and protect

But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks

Then they got the higher ups they call judges, and they rule the land

This I don't understand

First of all they like to dress this bitch up in a robe

On top of all that, "What?" he's mad old

And he hates anybody that looks different then he did back when he was a kid

But that shit was like 400 years ago

Captain "Yes Galacto" I just don't know

And the kid that was going to jail. Yeah?

He looked me dead in the face and said "Stale."

Then my cloaking device must of went dead. Why?

Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said

This is our world

This is our world

This is our world

This is our world

So get the fuck out

[x2]

Very interesting, thank you Galacto Inspector

Now probes Data (Day-ta) and Data (Da-ta), do your read me?

Yes, here sir

What information were you able to gather for us on your recent voyage to the

Dirtball?

This is professor Data

My transmission signal is weak and my communication is shattered

We came in contact with several different specimens of life

Everything has got a price even if it's wrong or right

Upon sight people judge and stereotype

Their forms of government and religion are glorified

Purified as the waters that are now polluted

Members of the flock recruited for duty, locked up, or instituted

This is doctor Data I phase with the planet to see how they medicate her

She's high off that cane

Depending how you slang you can get most anything

From a nickel bag of grain to a lucy worth of cane

Maintain communication Data here again

Their leader is determined by the vote of many men

Although he's only human and slightly over weight

He control's and manipulates their whole United States

I call to the white castle

Secret service on the phone giving me a hassle

He said the information I requested was denied

Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, stopped, and replied

This is our world

This is our world

This is our world

This is our world

So get the fuck out

[x2]

Judging from the information so far collected

The Dirtball may not be the ideal place to land our craft

After receiving Fleek's information we'll make our final judgment

Fleek are you there?

I'm here, but hold up captain cause this ain't good

I'm getting chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods

I think there trying to kill me "Well what do you mean?"

It seems they got a problem with the fact that I'm green

I guess on the Dirtball they all hate each other

If it ain't were your from, it's your skin color

Let me get my phase-a-tron out, hold up (buzz)

"What was that?"

I smoked 'em

But what really fuckin turns my tentacles is their relationships

They swell each other's lips

I see men that ain't shit in their daily life

So they come home drunk and beat they wife

She forgives him when he say's he didn't mean it

You ask me they can both suck my glippy glip

I give up captain beam me back to Zelaloovy

Another thing they love to watch horror movies

But your not allowed to be scary on a CD

They tried to ban this one group ICP

I went to see 'em in concert J grabbed me by the head

And then he took his microphone and said

This is our world

This is our world

This is our world

This is our world

So get the fuck out

[x6]

Get the fuck out

So get the fuck out

[x4]

This Halloween Is Crazy lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Spooky, spooky - shock wave!

Insane Clowns here to rock your grave

It's Halloween in the city and it's raining pumpkins

Smashing on cars, splatting, thumping

What the hell is going on? Everybody run!

A pumpkin hit me in the melon but I'm having fun

I made a dummy for the front porch, sat him in the chair

Turned around and it was gone like it booked up outta here

(Trick or treat) I gave a little kid a little Heath

He locked onto my arm with red eyes and fang ass teeth

I kicked him off me, he laughed and flew away

But it's Halloween nothing's gonna ruin my day

Every year, ghosts come through the mirror but

This Halloween is crazy!

Something wicked's in the air, more than any other year

Every year there's scary howls from wolves and owls but

This Halloween is crazy!

Something wicked's in the air, more than any other year, I feel it!

Spooky, spooky - I'm scared and wired

A bat flew into my living room and turned into a vampire

Ugh, we smoked a bowl of that fire

On Halloween, a night we all admire!

Everybody's being spooky and shit so I hid

Figured I'd jump out and scare a little kid

I did it, I tried the mean ass gag

But she was strapped with a stun gun and fried my bean bag

Every year, ghosts come through the mirror but

This Halloween is crazy!

Something wicked's in the air, more than any other year

Every year there's scary howls from wolves and owls but

This Halloween is crazy!

Something wicked's in the air, more than any other year, I feel it!

From high in the night sky pumpkins fall

And don't nobody seem to give a fuck at all

They get blasted, get back up and keep trick-or-treating

Pumpkin rain is brutal, these kids could take a beating

Zombies crawling up out of the mud

Three headed thugs, fists covered in blood

I seen a witch fly by on a broom

Pointing and laughing at me, smacked into a tree (boom!)

I'm almost out of candy, the doorbell rang

But nobody was there, then it happened again

I went out and up the back and watched from the roof

It was the dummy I made (what?!) and now I have proof

He's alive, I suicide dive on his ass

And now they duking it out, rolling round on the grass

Everybody gathered around us, under the moonlight

And all chanted these words as they watched the fight

They said...

Spooky, spooky, let's all get stupid

This Halloween is crazy!

(This Halloween is crazy!)

Thug Pit lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. KmK, Esham, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Tech N9ne)

Wicked Wonka, baby

Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka!

It's time, just did eighteen months

I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then?)

I split some craniums in half and caved a few in

Before long I'm standing there alone, I shut the party down

For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham

Incoming, I'm running and dropping them bombs

Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war

Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E and the Kottonmouth Kings

Bring it how we bring it doe for the wicked wonka, Halloween

Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day

'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day, we give away hey

But we already millionare rapper hater slappers

Wicked shit believe it though, we tight like alligator snappers

Don't run dawg, we gun clappers, bitch nigga slappers and ho mackers

City street slicked rappers but better known as wig crackers

Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne

Cock it back for Esham and let it loose to they spine

An we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'

It's wicked when you walking within the thug pit

Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'

At this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

Who the motherfucker in the pit talking shit? (Shit!)

Who the motherfucker that want the wig split? (Split!)

Who the motherfucker that's down for the krown? (Krown!)

Who the motherfucker in here right now?

Shaggy jumps in the pit with these hatchets and swingin' them

Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums

Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though

Treating fake thugs like a ho, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!)

Now what the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine?

Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime

Then run down the line, damn right I'm getting mine

With a fine ass bitch, getting head, sipping wine

Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same

Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game (Trick)

Every year we lace the stage with the wickedness

It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us

It's that nigga that be on blood shit

Tech Nina off in a thug pit

Fuck with the KMK

ICP, Bone and you'll get drug bitch

Celebrating for Samhein (Witch Killaz)

If you don't wanna come

With the wickedness, a nigga wanna slam Strange

I don't wanna hear a damn thang

Mashing off from city to city, we sparking fifties and fifties

Crashing after parties, fucking and sucking on titties

Ducking and dodging the coppers, ain't no one out there that can stop us

Dropping that shit that be popping, making it hotter and hotter

We man handle them, fucking and crushing on man's camera

Busting bright red bandanas, bitch where was your antennas?

When I was trying to stick it, wanna show a nigga how she lick it?

Motherfucker this is how we kick it, thug whiling on Hallowicked

And it's so fine fine, toking all kinds with Tech N9ne

Getting more love, sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs

Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP

It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings

It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings!)

It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit

It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

It's mista sawed off leatherface

I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain

When I step on the plate

Guard your grill, cause when my niggas start to ill

It's hard to chill

Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real (Skwo)

I ain't got a million dollars bitch I'm fucking broke

Spending all my change on that endo smoke

All the bitches on the road, scheming for my loot

They get nothing but dick, and a steel-toed boot

Fuck Proof, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady

Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady

If I catch him at the shelter I'ma pull his file

Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 Mile

We drinking drank (Drank), we smoking dank (Dank)

Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tank)

We dropping bombs, underground bombs

Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on

It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit

An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'

It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit

It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

Truth Dare lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Bryan Abrams)

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Who wants to play a wicked game over this sinful beat?

Tell the truth, do you ever dream about murder

Do you wish you had it in you to be a blood squirter

Tell the truth, do you ever lust over sex

Would you fuck your homie momma if she was playin' with your nuts?

Tell the truth, have you ever told a lie

Right through your fuckin' teeth like a snake's tongue flies

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Who wants to play a wicked game over this sinful beat?

I dare you, stab someone and come back with they wallet

Beelzebub's name three times, I dare you to call it

I dare you handstand on the ledge of a tower

I dare you to snort a few balls of hot gun powder, I dare you

I dare you to play this game with me

It's called truth dare, double dare, promise or repeat

Oh the curtains close them up tight

Let the candles burn tonite

Games that are over I can feel in the air

Bloody Mary spinnin' the bottle, your turn, truth or dare

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Who wants to play a wicked game over this sinful beat?

I double dare you dance in the red moon glow

Play some Russian roulette with a loaded crossbow

I double dare you swallow every pill in the bottle

I double dare you tongue kiss a toilet seat at McDonald's

I double dare you, dig up a body and take it home

Give it a sponge bath and do what you want with it

Truth Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat

Who wants to play a wicked game over this sinful beat?

Promise me you won't get shitty when me and your girl fuck

Promise me you won't look, you'll just shoot what's in my trunk

Promise me you'll never be a bitch you're sure that you're brave

Promise me we will have a seance on top of a mud grave

Promise me that you'll play this little game with me

It's called truth dare, double dare, promise or repeat

Oh the curtains close them up tight

Let the candles burn tonite

Games that are over I can feel in the air

Bloody Mary spinnin' the bottle, your turn, truth or dare

Repeat after me: the wicked shit'll never cease, I put my life on it

"The wicked shit'll never cease I put my life on it"

ICP got wicked candy shit and you fuckin' want it

"ICP got wicked candy shit and I fuckin' want it"

When I say I (I) know (Know) I won't lie (I won't lie)

It's wicked shit till the day I die (Day I die)

Say I (I) know (Know) I won't quit (I won't quit)

Swinging my hatchet to this wicked shit

Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat

Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat

Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat

Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat

Have you ever had a secret you swore you'd never tell

And well I've got a question has life served you well

Don't answer with a lie or you better beware

Bloody mary, spinnin' the bottle your turn truth or dare

I dare you

ICP got wicked candy shit and I fuckin want it

Dare

I dare you

ICP got wicked candy shit and I fuckin want it

Underground Hot Street Banger lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Tone Tone)

Mike E. Clark, what up dog

ICP and 2 Tone

This how we do

Murder, Mix, motherfucker

Danger danger, the worlds in danger

We comin' with this Underground Hot Street Banger

We pyro, we sizzle, we so damn hot

We so sultry they salty a lot, we on top

Pop radio is pussy, this way too hard

Fifteens behind the backseat stacked in quads

Beatin' though the streets

Sounding like the stalking of a strangler

An Underground Hot Street Banger

Danger

Turn it up peepin' this alone will drive you mad

This ain't a fad, you'll be hooked on the best you ever had

We make your bitches ass shake like a washing machine

Haters get the guillotine, we killin' em on the scene

With the homie Tone Tone and the track full blown

To get your soul blown, and that's your own bone

Cause this is on fire, this that good kinda anger

Thump this Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better

Every time we bust a rap they have a panic attack

Four or five hundred hoes crammed in the back

Between us and the bus bitches love how we cuss

And make a big fuss fighting for dick from one of us

And the shows outrageous, bitches all on the stages

Mad hoes in the back, sucking our dick

How can I explain this, I'm famous

I'm the guy who drops Underground Hot Street Bangers

Every block with my music ice cream man

I drop flavors with mad hotties screaming in the stands

Stars are in the sky at night when I'm on the strip

On the phone with my wife two hoes blowing my dick

You got a million Facebook pals but not one sale

The only mic you really rock is drive through at Taco Bell

We dangerous everybody hook like a hanger

And knocking this Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better

I don't know where you from

But in the D we get ours motherfucker

Find us on top every time we drop

Another Underground Hot Street Banger

Where I'm from we all same, what up dog

If you ain't tokin money then we ain't give a fuck ho

My hood is cutthroat so you better tuck yo

Chained when you come 'round

Hit ya with the drumround

It's like we 6 feet deep we so underground

But your whole treat is global when we come around

It's Tone Tone the icepick willy bitch

Yeah we run the town

This the Underground Banger I'm just tryna warn you now

We get the streets locked from block to block, hood to hood

Haters that's just the way we do it, haters say we do it good

I hit the club, make it rain... a storm

... when I'm horny

These others rappers' corny, so I just laugh at 'em

And your hate approach me then I just blast at 'em

When girls meet me they be like "he gangsta"

This the Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better Underground Hot Street Banger

Yeah yeah Street Banger motherfucker

Tone Tone, Insane Clown Posse

What up, dbl, yeah Detroit, what up, what up dog

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better Underground Hot Street Banger

From us to where ever you are, we out there

Rocking this shit together, Underground Hot Street Banger

Every time this beat hit my ear I don't know where but we there

It just gets better

When I'm Clownin' (Music Video Version) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Danny Brown)

[Clown noises]

[Violent J:]

(When I'm clownin')

I get silly

Like something lace my Philly

Been known to pop a pilly

And cop a check with billy

(When I'm clownin')

My heart beat poundin'

I sweat so much I'm drownin'

Because my shows astoundin'

And Faygo grape I'm downin'

(When I'm clownin')

Aabrakadabra alakazam what have ya

Quick slight of hand I stab ya

Demons crawl out and grab ya

(When I'm clownin')

There's plenty laughing

Blood on the walls what happened?

A massive murder stabbin

Cause wicked shit I'm blabbin

(When I'm clownin')

Shit come alive

And don't no one survive

Off the light rig I dive

And this shit ain't no jive

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]

(When I'm clownin')

I'm Psycoilly

Snatch out your icy grilly

I owes the mob a milli

Bout to knock off a Chili's

(When I'm clownin')

Mad hoes I'm springin

They want my dingalingin

(Ooh let's fuck)

They singin

I keep my hatchet swingin'

(When I'm clownin')

I I I'm super sick

Bones o bobber shoot you quick

Why you cuz youz a dick

(Is he dead?)

Poke him use a stick

(When I'm clownin')

I'm heavy high powered

Mad energy devoured

The whole milky way sour

Let my acid rain shower

(When I'm clownin')

Everything's a joke

That angel's wings are broke

So hot your speakers smoke

I freak this 'til I croak

[Clown noises]

[Boondox:]

Fresh off the red muds of Covington, Georgia

Running with the hatchet

Is Boondox with two wicked whoops for you

Danny Brown, show the underground

How you get down with the clown

[Danny Brown:]

(When I'm clownin')

Take a whole eighth to the face

Anything on my mind right now been erased

And I taste that taste

Of a nice thin waist

Wanna pick that up

Put the pussy on my face

(When I'm clownin')

Ate a whole hand full of shrooms

Huffin' on balloons got me in a spinnin' room

All these pills I consume

Got me hollerin' at the moon

Like, what's that, kaboom

While IC fill the room

(When I'm clownin')

You don't really want it with me

You know it's Danny Brown with ICP

Grub her down low, bring her back for a G

But before you do that, lemme see ID

(When I'm clownin')

Bout to drop a deuce in my Faygo

Sippin like the west got me moving up in slow-mo

Oh no, let's go

Pass the blunt around

Them hoes gettin' pounded when I be clownin'

[Clown noises]

Clownin'!

Wi-wi-wicked clowns!

Clownin'!

Who U Know? lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Scary, super scary

Bitch boy, neden hole, it's Halloween

Tell me who you know that'll chew a dead body in half

While sitting cross leg in a blood bath and laugh

Stretch and pull on the intestines, 'round his fingers they loop

And fall asleep and dream of baby poop while layin' in the goop

Who you know that be freaky enough that he plucks his own

Eyeballs out his dome, then cuts a slice in his balls

And replaces 'em all, so he can see the bitches in his man hose

Swing his fuckin' hose and nuts out his nose

Who you know that paints his face like a clown and ties up colorful

Balloons into a puppy pup, then stab them wounds, a yuppy fuck

Up in a vacant building, far from that richie's home

And takes to wielding a hammer, splatters his cuts and splits his dome

Who you know that show his penis to policemen on patrol

That cop is shock, he take a slingslot, plant a rock in his skull

In full control, he doused a [?] in petrol, then call Metro for the show

A burning bigot hanging from a fucking telephone pole

Who you know that's like me?

'Cause I don't know a soul, I don't know (A single soul)

I'm the only one I know, I don't know me, I don't know much

But I know what they know, I don't know me, on Halloween?

That much I know

Tell me who you know that's from the city of flames on Angel's Night

Grabs ahold of some [?] throats, and strangles 'em tight

If everything goes right, and I strain with all my might

The eyeballs go deranged, then explode and blow they sight

Who you know whose judo will throw you to Pluto

So brutal, I was mean, killed at 13, but grew, though

I screw holes in your toes 'til you told me all that you know

You explode, let your bluff blow, [?] and chew my noodles

Who you know seeps out the sewer drains, right up into your veins

This venom I speak, sneak right into your brains

This Halloween, I deem, followin' my dream

All hail the mightiest presenting of 17

Who you know that hold you back within a potato

To snatch, snap off a finger or slice off a slab of your back

In fact, I'm lovin' the thought of shovin' my fuckin' glove

And randomly rippin' off somethin' for the oven and grubbin'

Who you know that's like me?

'Cause I don't know a soul, I don't know (A single soul)

I'm the only one I know, I don't know me, I don't know much

But I know what they know, I don't know me, on Halloween?

That much I know

Who you know that rides a unicycle down Vernor Ave

Completely naked, covered in blood, chewing on a human slab

That ain't the half, it's Halloween tonight, and my sack is full

Of something heavy and bloody and wet, I'm draggin' it slow

Leaving a long-ass red trail, swervin' in the street

Must be some kind of meat, the smell is sweet, I'm yellin' "Trick or treat"

It's fuckin' four in the mornin', I'm tootin' my horns

Plug in my yellow clown wig, ravens above me soarin'

Who you know that do like I do, jumpin' roof

Of buildings, chuggin' gasoline, and don't care to proof

Because the truth of the matter, is that if I fall, I splatter

Release the bottle to the darkness and wait for the shatter

Uh! A lethal height, I couldn't gladder

Fall backwards to begin my descent, like "Fuck the latter"

Halloween, I got bad dream, you wonder how my day went?

Asked that who they said, then next morning, they'll scrape me off the pavement

Who you know that's like me?

'Cause I don't know a soul, I don't know (A single soul)

I'm the only one I know, I don't know me, I don't know much

But I know what they know, I don't know me, on Halloween?

That much I know. Who you know that's like me?

'Cause I don't know a soul, I don't know (A single soul)

I'm the only one I know, I don't know me, I don't know much

But I know what they know, I don't know me, on Halloween?

That much I know

Wicked Helloween lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"To die is a fate that must come to us all, but how horrible to be buried alive. Imagine the hell of lying trapped in your own coffin, your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath using up the valuable oxygen."

My hand popped up out of the dirt

Crawling out with broken wrists that don't even hurt

My blood won't squirt its rusty, dry

A millipede made its home in my eye

I'll get by till the wicked Halloween

I'm howling, stray dogs following

I'm coming home, dead man walking

My feet flop Clown Walkin' might make the beat drop

Spend twenty-five years I'm chewing on gum

Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue [*mouth noises*]

My leg snapped off at the knee

I beat a kid in the head with it and stoled his candy

Draged 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 and started choking the slut

What happened to the wicked? (Bring that shit back)

Give me a wicked Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere! (Hellaween)

What happened to the wicked? (Bring that shit back)

Give me a wicked Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

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

Ain't shit funny, and this ain't 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 won't work

Finally found the address, I'm goin' there

Lookin like a big Yoda, but I don't care (Mmm)

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, 'cause I refuse to die lonely!

Come on, bitch!

What happened to the wicked? (Bring that shit back)

Give me a wicked Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere! (Hellaween)

What happened to the wicked? (Bring that shit back)

Give me a wicked Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

A wicked (Bring that shit back)

A wicked Hellaween (Bring, bring bring, bring that shit back)

A wicked (Bring that shit back)

A wicked Hellaween (Bring)

What happened to the wicked? (Bring that shit back)

Give me a wicked Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

It's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

It's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere! (Hellaween)

What happened to the wicked? (Bring that shit back)

Give me a wicked Hellaween (Bring that shit back)

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Yeah, and it's time to get bloody!

And we get blood everywhere!

Hellaween

A wicked Hellaween

A wicked Hellaween

Whoop! lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (with DJ Clay & AMB)

[Chorus X2]
WHOOP I cant get
WHOOP this wicked shit
WHOOP out my system
WHOOP and it ain't never quittin'

JUGGALO JUGGALO I don't wash my pants, I'm a SCRUBBALO
Bitch, this the wicked shit
Just bumpin' this'll get you a fat lip
Another card is comin'
Gettin' your guard or somethin'
Start runnin'
I break off into 6 mini ninjas
Cut through your neck across many inches
The bass rattle my balls I cant help it
Spit so hard on the mic I melt it
I'm legendary scary
Make the tooth fairy pussy hairy
Shoot you in the head
I'm Michigan military
Stick my boot up your dingleberry and marry
Bust you in the head with a hammer like tom and jerry
AMB and Clay with the 3 claw attack
Big J in the back
With the fully auto mac like

[Chorus X2]

I love the haters, they hate us cuz the shit we do is so fresh,
Underground, love n rep beneath the surface,
Runnin and keep it wicked with JUGGALO'S and 'LETTES,
Because we keepin it family till the fuckin death,
Blow the blow the roof off this bitch
If we WHOOP one more time then someones wig splits,
WHOOP like its easy WHOOP with AMBeezy,
WHOOP with ICP and DJ CLeezy
WHOOP its young wicked in the hatchet crew,
If my boys ain't down with a rapper I'ma clap 'em too,
Who the fuck could it be? OT
Hoes in the beat
Dead fallin' from the mic to my feet,
Ill beat yo head into the street
With no mask on the surveillance tape,
The cops got a good look at my face,
Holdin the sign with the mixtape release date

[Chorus X2]

Bone stub I spit that wicked blood
Flowin out my mouth as I do my thing and kick it
My steel I keeps it hella real
Head up I cut myself everytime I make the kill
Let the truth be told your girly loves it
Send her over, cuz I be like fuck it, I let her know
Chokin and stabbin her face like its nothin
Muthafucker I ain't frontin its murder lovin like
WHOOP
Throw your hands up if you aint JUGGALO
Burn a hole in the carpet when you hit the flo'
We WHOOP we roll, no need to ask questions
Turn on your local news top story at eleven
Make the world stop, dead on its axis
Hatchet swingin so fast make it spin backwards
Body count risin faster than your eye blink
We got the [?] and blood, you just added the ink

[Chorus X4]