Hey Mike, Mike...MIKE! TURN ME UP!
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Right about now...
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[1st Verse, Violent J, (Shaggy2Dope)]
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Welcome everyone to the big show
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(Jake and Jack and the Dark Carnival)
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Remove your hats or we'll cut off your head
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(Show respect, youse amongst the dead)
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Don't like bigots and richie boy fucks
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(Ain't shit changed, bitch check us)
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Detroit Southwest murderous, die
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(The greatest spectacle under the sky)
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5 cards came and made their mark from Moon Yugon down to Platon Park
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Fuck your drum kit, xylaphone and cello, I'm a wicked clown, bitch, hello!?
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Everybody come jump in our ride
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(Bring you and your fat-ass bich inside)
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Wagon tips are slick as a breeze
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(Can't nobody get with these, motherfucker, bring it on!)
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[Chorus]
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Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
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(Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it) [x3]
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Bring it, bring it
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(Bring it, bring it)
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Violent J, Shaggy, serial killers with style, fasions of the 2000's and beyond
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[2nd Verse]
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Voodoo chickens and magical wands
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(Dead bigots, yeah, face down in a pond)
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Broken necks with the flick of our wrists
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(All this player hatin' getting me pissed)
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Fat chicks, skinny chicks, chicky-chicks, hoes
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(Swishes, Faygo's, and Kung-Fu blows)
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If Jake Jeckel drops any at all
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(No more chicks, just sizzling balls)
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I'll hypnotize you like a vampire, Bite you neck and set your head on fire
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Shoot me with silver bullets? Ok! I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid
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Here, try my licorice treats
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(I know dead folk that chew they feet)
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Carnival moons and shadow of time
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(And we's runnin' a little behind, bitch, bring it on)
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[Chorus]
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The Insane Clown Posse, ICP, axe murdering done with a touch of Detroit class
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Jeckel drop all, Shangri La dies
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Jeckel drop all, Shangri La dies
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Jeckel drop all, Shangri La dies
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One for your greed, Two for your lies [x2]
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(Shaggs2Dope, serial killer
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Axe murder boy, wig cat peeler
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I can wear a filler jacket and look fresh
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I pimp it like David Koresh...was
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People think I got bombs in my locker
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Teacher try to open it up, I'ma sock her
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Get the fuck back and leave me alone
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Before I have to come to your home and see ya)
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[3rd Verse]
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Wind me up and I can do flips
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(And put the smack down on your lips)
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In a little room, Jump Steady, Tom Doves
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(Step in leg, double legs got love)
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Drinking moon, this carnival barn
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(Got folk love, people love, whatever you are)
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Forks sideways I'm a juggalin man
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(Can't nothing stop the rain, bitch, bring it on)
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[Chorus]
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Hey y'all, we brings it to ya, like we work for fuckin Federal or UPS, eh...
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Bring It On
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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |