[Violent J]
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What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
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Killed the little prick, him and his chick
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Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
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You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie
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I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
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Break it on down, it's murder go round
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What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
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If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya
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Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
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A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
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I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
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Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
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Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
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Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
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Swung on his pipe once again for the road
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"Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old
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Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
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I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw
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Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
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How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
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There he sits so I knock on the door
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Pops opened up...pops hit the floor
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Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
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Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
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It's the murder go round
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[Violent J]
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Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
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Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
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Tags up all on the bricks
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Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
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We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
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We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
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I don't understand why some people in town
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We witness your water still southwest down
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But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
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But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G
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Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
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"What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must
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Take your ticket for the murder go round
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Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown
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Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
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Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
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Into his head, into his boy's head
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Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head
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Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
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Push that old piece of shit in the river
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The cat and my boys saw five go down
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Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)
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On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
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[Chorus]
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Murder go round, murder go round
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How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
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[Violent J]
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Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
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Everybody singing that southwest song
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What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh?
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Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
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Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
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I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
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But you know the shit had to hit the fan
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Some gangbanger shot me, man
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Twice in the forehead, twice in the back
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Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack
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Stumbling along it's becoming entwined
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Who's the next in line?
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For the murder go round
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[Chorus]
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Murder Go Round
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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |