Insane Clown Posse - Jump Around lyrics

Yo THIS is for my Ninjas REAL ninjas Who ain't afraid to get loony Get LOONY! Get up, b*tch! Get Loony Pull it out, stab it in, let me begin Cut under the chin, fresh out the loony bin You don't want me to act up, punk better back up Swingin my axe everybody gets hacked up Get up, stand up, bloodying my hands up Can't control the feelin' here come a wig peelin I can chop a hater up even though I'm drunk Yo, I'll stab 'em in the eye and then take the punks home Freak show, funkin', bodies in the trunk'in Pull a drive by on the cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop, My hatchet go chop Guts hit the floor, I'm losin it and I won't stop (CHORUS) I came here to clown, I came here to clown Lets get lunatic and jump around! Jump around Jump around, jump up and down like a clown GET LOONY Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump GET LOONY Jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump GET LOONY I'll serve your a** like a rabid chef If your girl steps up, I'll stab her to d**h Word to your mother, A scrub from the gutter That'll cut through your neck, hot knife through bu*ter I turn the moon off and dance in the darkness Choke the life, right up out of your carca** I got sick jokes for you, there not fun f** you in the a** with a shotgun I plead insanity, and shout to the d**h Bet I bust a "WOO" with my last breath Tell me to chill, I don't think I will Cause when I shoot the sh**, I shoot to k** (CHORUS) I came here to clown, I came here to clown Lets get lunatic and jump around! Jump around Jump around, jump up and down like a clown GET LOONY Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump GET LOONY Jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump GET LOONY (BRIDGE) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig but I eat pig slop I swing a chainsaw through the brains and all Veins and jaws, slurp it all through a straw But I ain't going out like no punk b**h Get used to one torture and yo then I might switch It up up and around then buck buck ya down Put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead I'm comin to get ya, My hatchet'll split ya Twist off your head and snap a picture with ya They found ya in a ditch and said that I bit ya But just like me it was the rythm that hit ya (CHORUS) Dedicated to the FBI In the ba**sack PUNKS From the juggalos The "gang"