Wicked clowns, wicked clowns
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Drank my last cup of dead body stew
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Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!
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Nobody knows what I'm about
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Walk around town with my guts hanging out
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Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes
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Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows
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Why do I do the things that I do?
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Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too
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Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
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Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
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Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
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Moving his butt-cheeks up and down
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Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
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Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
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I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
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And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks
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Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
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Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
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Why do we do the things that we do?
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Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?
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Why do we do the things that we do?
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Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue
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Why do we do the things that we do?
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Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
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Never had life, always been dead
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Gotta metal plate in the back of my head
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Lemon drops, lick lollipops
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I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops
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Clown cutters, much clown luv
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Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub
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Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price
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Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops
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Grew another head and I had it lopped off
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But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg)
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Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock
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My dingaling swings when I run down the block
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No, I don't sing in a rock band
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"Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man"
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Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton
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Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping
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Why do we do the things that we do?
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Now who the fuck asked you, bitch?
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Why do we do the things that we do?
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Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue
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Why do we do the things that we do?
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Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
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Who asked You?
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
