INSANE CLOWN POSSE - Who Asked You lyrics
rate meWicked clowns, wicked clowns<br><br>Drank my last cup of dead body stew<br>Paint my face, creep up and say boo!<br>Nobody knows what I'm about<br>Walk around town with my guts hanging out<br>Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes<br>Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows<br>Why do I do the things that I do? <br>Who are you? fuck you, and fuck jerry lou too<br>Fucked your mother at the motel 8<br>Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake<br>Daddy walks in and see the sick clown<br>Moving his butt-cheeks up and down<br>Nate the mack and jump steady<br>Rude boy, regis, kathy lee<br>I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks<br>And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks<br>Fuck jazzy jeff, fuck jack jones<br>Fuck jazzy jiff jeff jimmy jack jones<br>Why do we do the things that we do? <br>Who the motherfuck asked you, uh? <br><br>Why do we do the things that we do? <br>Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue<br>Why do we do the things that we do? <br>Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too<br><br>Never had life, always been dead<br>Gotta metal plate in the back of my head<br>Lemon drops, lick lollipops<br>I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops<br>Clown cutters, much clown luv<br>Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub<br>Fuck the police, fuck ebin price<br>Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops<br>Grew another head and I had it lopped off<br>But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg)<br>Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock<br>My dingaling swings when I run down the block<br>No, I don't sing in a rock band<br>Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man<br>Fuck john wayne, fuck wayne newton<br>Fuck two-snooting john hootin nanny pooping<br>Why do we do the things that we do? <br>Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? <br><br>Why do we do the things that we do? <br>Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue<br>Why do we do the things that we do? <br>Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
