Insane Clown Posse - Murder Go Round lyrics

What can i say, man, i hit him with the brick k**ed the little prick, him and his chick Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky You're brinky, you're dinky, you s** my twinkie I don't give a f** 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, motherf**er, 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 sh** gets old Now i walk the streets with a shattered skull I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw Where the motherf**er at? where the motherf**er stay? How ya gonna f** 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 sh**, f** it It's the murder go round Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on military Gangbangers g**ners, big bang fairy, kinda scary Tags up all on the bricks Latin count, x-men, cfp and all that sh** We love g**ners 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 motherf**er 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, b**h?", so now you must Take your ticket for the murder go round Can't nobody k** 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 f**s in the trunk on deliver Push that old piece of sh** 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 f** 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 f**in' in the haugh? Popping that sh**, i'm finna bust you in the mouth Nobody f**s with a jokero juggalo I don't give a f** ya know, b**hes i'm a f** you though But you know the sh** had to hit the fan Some g**ner 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 f** with a wicked clown?