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THE LYRIC OF MURDER GO ROUND , INSANE CLOWN POSSE'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of Murder Go Round, Insane Clown Posse's song

What can I saymanI hit him with the brick
Killed the little prickhim and his chick
Tried to be slick but you ain t slinky
You re brinkyyou re dinkyyou suck my twinkie
I don t give a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on downit s murder go round
What cha dishing outI betcha ya it comes back to ya
If you re trying to creepI d hate to say I never knew ya
Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
I m laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
Excuse memotherfuckerwas it something I said
Forks upforks downmanforks sideways
Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
Swung on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold updawg" UH! this shit gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
I m gonna swing my axe to his jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
There he sits so I knock on the door
Pops opened up...pops hit the floor
Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
Wellhe didn t do shitfuck it
It s the murder go round
Wellit s me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
Gangbangers gangbangersbig bang fairykinda scary
Tags up all on the bricks
Latin CountX-MenCFP and all that shit
We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
We just some wicked clowns and it s been like that
I don t understand why some people in town
We witness your water still southwest down
But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
But I m the juggalugalocoroG
Took a shot and he missed2 Dope in the dust
"What I ain t got shotbitch?"so now you must
Take your ticket for the murder go round
Can t nobody kill a click-clack clown
Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
Into his headinto his boy s head
Into his boy s headhis boy s headhis boy s head
Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
Push that old piece of shit in the river
The cat and my boys saw five go down
Can ya get a free ride? (Nonot again)
On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
Murder go roundmurder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
Now I m in a street gangfifty-five strong
Everybody singing that southwest song
What can go wrong I mean I m fuckin in the haugh?
Popping that shitI m finna bust you in the mouth
Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
I don t give a fuck ya knowbitches I m a fuck you though
But you know the shit had to hit the fan
Some gangbanger shot meman
Twice in the foreheadtwice in the back
Twice in the eye and I m feeling kinda whack
Stumbling along it s becoming entwined
Who s the next in line?
For the murder go round
Murder go roundmurder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?

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