ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Murder Go Round lyrics

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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 faygo 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

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!!!)

Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?

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

That I'm next in line?

For the murder go round

Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?