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[answering machine]
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(beep) Then you know what you can do
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You can be a couple of pleasers
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And take some tweazers
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And bust every hair on my nutsack
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Paste em to your back
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Then jump on the E-Track
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And suck my dick exactly where it's at....HO
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(beep)
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[old record plays]
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Jay fuzz the clown
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Jay fuzz the clown
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Jay fuzz the clown
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[low voice repeats]
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Juggles
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Juggles
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Juggles
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Juggles (x2)
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[low bass starts in background]
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[Verse 1-Violent J] (crowd in parentheses)
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Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokers
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and we're coming to the valley and we'll smoke ya (choke ya)
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Kick the clown in the forehead and I'm juggling juggling your head
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(Jed) You big fat redneck mounty ass hick
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I'm a city slicker and I'm come to the valley and I'm gonna hit ya
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and ya know the carnival's gonna get wit' ya
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Oh, I meant as well mention, that I come from another di-men-sion
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You never seen nothing like this boy (Magic acts of pain and joy)
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Please don't try to come and get me
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Because I pack a French curler with me
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And them punks are gonna have to take me out quick
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Because I can do a double-flip you fat piece of shit
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Picture that (that) packing a magic wand and a top hat
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Because some gotta stop or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop
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[Chorus]
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Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
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Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
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Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
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Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop [X2]
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[Verse 2-Violent J] (Crowd in parentheses)
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Detroit air is toxic, my eyeballs popped out they sockets
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And fried in the streets like a sick em
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[sound of popping and a splatter]
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(stick em, pick em)
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Break em off something from the smokestack
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I've been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway
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I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
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My arm fell of and it bounced on the floor
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Carnival land up the alley (alley, alley)
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Then we landed in Sunny Valley
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(Jumpin up and down on a richies head)
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And now I'm gonna jump till he's finally dead
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(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)
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They got no love yet we got control
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They'll never touch my funky soul
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Street top all extra top
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Now we can run or we can walk
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Either way some gotta stop
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Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3-Esham and Violent J]
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[Esham] Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown
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[Violent J] What's up comes down
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[Esham] Before my nuts go soft juggle em around
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[Violent J] Bitch wanna join the carnival circus
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grab my ding-a-ling and jerk and jerkus
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[Esham] I gotta catch these carnival thrills rudeboy (*mixed*)
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and these heads I drill
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[Violent J] Chills, thrills, bigots writing wills
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an axe to the forehead usually kills
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[Esham]
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If this ain't hell, I can't tell, hang my body on a cross with some
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rusty nails
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If I juggle then call me a juggla, I'm a nap rubbla, voodoo smuggla
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See I got the symptoms of insanity, I'm down with J from the ICP
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I'm down with him and he's down with me
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So if we gotta chop see H-O-PE
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[Violent J]
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Running down the block someone hit me wit' a rock
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And my brains all over the street
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But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down all over this Esham beat
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[Esham]
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So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop
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If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop
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[Both]
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But you could never stop sucker, you could never drop
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Wicked clowns 'cause you know we love to CHOP, CHOP
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[Chorus] (x2)
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*in background*
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Got to be funky
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....fades to end
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Chop Chop
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Insane Clown Posse |