INSANE CLOWN POSSE

INSANE CLOWN POSSE - Wicked Rappers Delight lyrics

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Featuring Esham

ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015

feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot

bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit right

detroit legendary demon lopatara

staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror

blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion

lyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustin

fire breathin wicked shit melting microphones

blowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home

how many times you gonna say i need help

who gives a fuck if i murder myself

im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher

i didnt do my homework so i shot my teacher

i dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d

then i went and clowned the industry with ICP

through up the 313 to let them know it was me

esham is dope ho im the king of the D

i stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys

all that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys

i almost died then but look at me i ride again

whats really happenin reality is pretend

you can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another

my brain and my self we dont even know each other

somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door

thats what the nines in the mattress for

warlocks and witches come and learn from the master

the walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster

the dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flows

with my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes

wicked pimpin scary bitches livin or dead

all with vampire fangs and they givin me head

like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie betty

her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti

im out cold all my teeth gold

plus i dont brush them

quarterback sneakin plus if you rush em

bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up

but wait why do i have all this blood on my hands

blood on my clothes blood on my shoes

im on the 10 o clock news for steady

murdering crews and there point of views

im like purple chronic mixed with ass and demonic

in her stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit

mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are

Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin ours

hittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with red necklaces

wicked reckless nobody expected

bumpin this wicked shit or are you brain dead

i can fly a mutha fuckin egg on your head

break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck

shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps

i blow a crauder in the side of your head

do the same to your missis while you sleepin in bed

double murder robbery just another job to me

rollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin me

known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked

always shootin the biggots and bootin the chickens

askin me the wrong question also triggers my disease

they will find your body in compton in ???

the phone rong and on the other end it was the president

i cant talk right now im on the toilet takin a shit

i gropped the phone i think my cover is blown im deep cover

your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers

im johnny bravo the other black get at me hoe

i make these hoe's happy tho cause im there pappy oh

its to soon for you to be on my team

but give R kelly a call i think like em 13

i once met a hooker and she did it for free

on the west first bus number 73

all the way in the back she was humping on me

intill i strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat

i got off on my stop without as much as a drop of blood

but then i remember i forgot to wear gloves

now im chaseing the bus my finger prints are on her neck

STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!

Fuckin dead bitches on a Oujia board all night

bustin off shots in the club we all fight

hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street lites

with there legs cut off tryin to read me rights

i wear my cd ill stick it in your face

half way sticken out but look it still plays

i stomp when i rap and i shake the whole block

stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what i got

i was one of those monsters in the video thriller

known to the world as the pop star killer

and on another part from the part i arose

im the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose

im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose

not one of your friends but one of your foes

and spittin the wicked shit is the life i chose

do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose

chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess

we the board on your chest and take turns shootin the rest

i win everytime the beat is good with every rhyme

and off with your head if your gettin mine

this is esham and the wicked clowns for the vote

we come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault

i through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye

it melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry

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