INSANE CLOWN POSSE - Who Asked You Lyrics

Wicked clowns, wicked clownsDrank my last cup of dead body stewPaint my face, creep up and say boo!Nobody knows what I'm aboutWalk around town with my guts hanging outChewin on toes, fuckin dead hoesBark at the moon everytime the wind blowsWhy do I do the things that I do? Who are you? fuck you, and fuck jerry lou tooFucked your mother at the motel 8Fingers in her booty, strawberry shakeDaddy walks in and see the sick clownMoving his butt-cheeks up and downNate the mack and jump steadyRude boy, regis, kathy leeI make rap rhymes and make quick bucksAnd everybody sucks my nuts, shucksFuck jazzy jeff, fuck jack jonesFuck jazzy jiff jeff jimmy jack jonesWhy do we do the things that we do? Who the motherfuck asked you, uh? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blueWhy do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you tooNever had life, always been deadGotta metal plate in the back of my headLemon drops, lick lollipopsI fuck redneck bitches at truck stopsClown cutters, much clown luvFound a body in the bathtub, mmm grubFuck the police, fuck ebin priceFuck cop pork chop jiffy pop copsGrew another head and I had it lopped offBut we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg)Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clockMy dingaling swings when I run down the blockNo, I don't sing in a rock bandGotta smoke, dude, what's up, manFuck john wayne, fuck wayne newtonFuck two-snooting john hootin nanny poopingWhy do we do the things that we do? Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blueWhy do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
 

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