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"If I'm gonna die, I'm going out riding the wagon." Here it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon Saggin' Laggin' Dead bodies draggin' On a piece of string They flop around and fling Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing It's the Insane Clown Posse coming through Looking for the hickies And the prickies And your ass too Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car Don't matter who you are We going straight to hell And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers You seem to be the killjoy So get your ass in, fat boy You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking windpipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin' Throwin' heads out the back Nugget bowlin from the... Letras de cancionesWagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Are you down with the clown, with clown luv, ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Don't miss your chance The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds Yo, some say it's just a hearse But it's much worse It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse Long, dark, very spooky scary I drinkin old 40 bottle full of Bloody Mary Why? Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone I make strange sounds Clowns with frowns Break it on down Break it up till the break of dawn Look out your window, it's the wagon in your front lawn Ah, boom, aboockaboomba We do the dance of the death until you get to the car And then I pull your tongue and out slap ya in the face with it Say the Joker did it In the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' If you gotta minute why don't you stop on in and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Now, here's your chance We don't do drive-by's in the wagon Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin' ass And it ain't no telling how many clowns inside Told you seventeen, but I lied Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild I caught a wild deer, rode it home from Bell Isle I play the organ like an old mental case I can freak the cello, like Chris Connley on bass In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window And when I roll the window down, you can smell indo But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there Puffin' on a Jim Square Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling Out the back with your neck in a rut Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Your mama is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' It's your last chance From Letras Mania