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Insane Clown Posse - Murder Go Round



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  Murder Go Round
  
  [Violent J]
  What can I say man I hit him with the brick
  Killed the little prick him and his chick
  Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
  You're brinky you're dinky you suck my twinkie
  I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
  Break it on down it's murder go round
  What'cha dishing out I betcha ya it comes back to ya
  If you're trying to creep I'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 me, motherfucker, was it something I said
  Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
  Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
  Swung on his pipe once again for the road
  "Hold up, dawg," 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
  Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
  It's the murder go round
  
  [Violent J]
  Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
  Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
  Tags up all on the bricks
  Latin Count, X-Men, CFP 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 juggalugalocoro, G
  Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
  "What I ain't got shot, bitch?", 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 head, into his boy's head
  Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his 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? (No, not again)
  On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
  
  [Chorus]
  Murder go round, murder go round
  How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
  
  [Violent J]
  Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
  Everybody singing that southwest song
  What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh?
  Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
  Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
  I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
  But you know the shit had to hit the fan
  Some gangbanger shot me, man
  Twice in the forehead, twice 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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  
  
  




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