[Layzie Bone]
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Wicked Wonka, baby
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[Violent J]
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Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka....just 18 months
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I brought a bat to a mosh-pit
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(Well what you do then??)
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I split some craniums in half
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And caved a few in
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Before long I'm standing there alone
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I shut the party down
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For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham
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[Layzie Bone]
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In...coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs
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Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war
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Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E
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And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe
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For the wicked wonka, Halloween
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[Violent J]
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Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day
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'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day
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We give away hey, but we already millionare rapper
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Hater slappers, wicked shit believe it though
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We tight like alligator snappers
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[Layzie Bone]
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Don't run dawg, we gun clappers
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Bitch nigga slappers and hoe mackers
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City street slicked rappers
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But better known as wig crackers
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Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
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Cock it back for Esham And let it loose to they spine
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[Judge D]
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An we mashing, we stomping
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We wicked wicked wonkin'
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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It's wicked when you walking
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Within the thug pit
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[Judge D]
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Yeah we mashing, we stomping
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We wicked wicked wonkin'
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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At this kind of mosh pit
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You get your wig split
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[D-Loc]
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Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit? (Shit!)
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Who the mothafucka that want the wig split? (Split!)
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Who the mothafucka that's down for the crown? (crown!)
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Who the mothafucka in here right now?
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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Shaggy jumps in the pit
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With these hatchets and swingin' them
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Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
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Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
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Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc
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(Spit!)
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[D-Loc]
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What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine?
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Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime
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Then run down the line, damn right I'm getting mine
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With a fine ass bitch, getting head, sipping wine
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same
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Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game
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Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness
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It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us
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[Tech N9ne]
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It's that nigga that be on blood shit
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Tech Nina off in a thug pit
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Fuck with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get druged bitch
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Celebrating for Samhain
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(Witch Killaz)
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If you don't wanna come with the wickedness
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A nigga wanna slam strange
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I don't wanna hear a damn thang
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[Jonny Richter]
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Mashing off from city to city
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We smoking fifties and fifties
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Crashing after parties
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Fucking and sucking on titties
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Ducking and dodging the coppers
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Ain't no one out that can stop us
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Dropping that shit that be popping
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Making it hotter and hotter
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[Tech N9ne]
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We man handle them
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Fucking and crushing on man's camera
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Busting bright red bandanas
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Bitch where was your antennas?
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When I was trying to stick it
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Wanna show a nigga how she lick it?
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Mothafucker this is how we kick it
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Thug whiling on Hallowicked
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[Jonny Richter]
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Bud so fine fine, toking all kinds
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With Tech N9ne, getting more love
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Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
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Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
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It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings
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[Layzie Bone]
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It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
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(Kottonmouth Kings!)
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[Violent J]
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It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
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[Layzie Bone]
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We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
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[Violent J]
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In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
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[Layzie Bone]
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It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
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[Violent J]
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It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
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[Layzie Bone]
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We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
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[Violent J]
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In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
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[Krayzie Bone]
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It's mista sawed off leatherface
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I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain
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When I step on the plate
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Guard your grill, cause when my niggaz start to kill
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It's hard to chill
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Mothafuckers end up in the graveyard for real
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(Whoa!)
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