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*Beep* Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do? You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweezers And bust every hair off my nut sac Paste em to your back Then jump on the E track And suck my dick exactly where's it at, hoe Dead body man... Dead body man... Dead body man... Dead body man... Dead body man....... Juggalos... Juggalos... Juggalos... Juggalos... Juggalos... Juggalos... Juggalos... Juggalos... Hey, hey, it's the wicked joker And we coming to the valley and I'll smoke ya Choke ya! Kick the clown in the forehead Letras de cancionesAnd I'm jugglin', jugglin' your head You big fat, redneck, muddy ass hick I'm a city slicker And I'm coming to get ya Hit ya And the carnivals gonna get with ya Oh, I might as well mention That I come from another dimension You never seen nothing like this, boy Magic acts of pain and joy Keystone copper, try to get me But I pack a French curler with me Ha! And the officer let me off quick Here's a Dunkin' double dip You fat piece of shit Hehe, picture that (That) Packin' a magic wand and a top hat Cause somethin' gotta stop Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop! Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop (Chop, chop!) Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Detroit's air is toxic My eyeball's popped out they sockets And fried in the street like a steak-um Shake em Bake em Break 'em off something from the smoke stack I been breathing all my life, so I'm dying anyway I'm nothing but a radiation freak show My arm fell off and it bounced on the floor Carnival left out the alley (Alley, alley) And we stopping in Sunny Valley Jumping up and down on a richie's head And I'm gonna jump till he's finally dead Jump, jump, jump, jump... They got no love, yet they got control They'll never touch my funky soul Street top bullet sent shock Now we can run or we can walk Either way somethin' gotta stop Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop! Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop (Chop, chop!) Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Wicked clown, wicked clown What's up come's down Before my nuts go soft, juggle them around Bitch wanna join the carnival circus? Grab my ding-a-ling and jerk and jerk this I gotta catch these carnival thrills New born baby empty heads I drill Chills, thrills, bigots write wills An axe to the forehead usually kills If this ain't hell, I can't tell Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails If I juggle ya Call me a juggla I'm a nap burgler Voodoo smuggler See, I got the symptoms of insanity I'm down with J from the ICP I'm down with him and he's down with me So if we gotta chop, C-H-O-P Runnin' down the block Someone hit me with a rock And my brains all over the street But I'm a wicked clown And I'm up and down And all over this Esham beat So if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop But you can never stop Sucker, you could never drop Wicked clowns cause ya know we love to chop, chop! Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop (Chop, chop!) Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Swing, swing, swing and chop chop chop Chop, chop! Chop, chop! Chop, chop! From Letras Mania