Esham - Dead Clownz lyrics
[Esham - Dead Clownz lyrics]
Yeah, this the big Homey wicked clown!
I still don't play that shit
That's me, Homey!
Yeah, I'm a clown, a wicked one wicked!
But guess what?
Dear clown, why you mad? You sad
You should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed
In my duffel bag
Dear clown, why you mad? You sad
You should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed
In my duffel bag
I got chopped off heads in
My bag they stuffed
With they eyes sewn up and
They mouth sewn shut
Don't talk to me, I kill 'em all the time
Take out they brains and I
Play with they minds
Take your eyes out your head so
You can see what I'm sayin'
Body decayin', paint your face, I'm sprayin'
A murder death machine
They call me Evel Knievel
Paint up my face and
Start serial killin' people
A sick psychopathic, dead bodies they stink
A voodoo witch doctor
Shacka lacka your head shrink a known sicko
The Grim Reaper with the sickle
They stab me in my eye, hehe
That only tickle but it made me mad so I
Killed your mommy and dad
Blood soaked my clothes like a maxi pad
All the killin', I can't stop the killin'
All the killin'
Every time I stabbed him in the face
I got a happy feelin'
Dead clown, they say, "We
Thought you was dead, clown
How can he be alive and
He's choppin' off heads now"
The curse my Homey came back
An omen the unholy
You soft like a cream puff, call you cannoli
I put heads in flower pots
With bodies they rot
No other killer clown got more
Bodies than I got
Fuck the police 'cause they
Don't know my identity
The preacher can't save you at the church
No serenity
Homey the Clown spit the wicked shit
Win is me
I still don't play that shit
That's me, Homey!
Yeah, I'm a clown, a wicked one wicked!
But guess what?
Dear clown, why you mad? You sad
You should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed
In my duffel bag
Dear clown, why you mad? You sad
You should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed
In my duffel bag
I got chopped off heads in
My bag they stuffed
With they eyes sewn up and
They mouth sewn shut
Don't talk to me, I kill 'em all the time
Take out they brains and I
Play with they minds
Take your eyes out your head so
You can see what I'm sayin'
Body decayin', paint your face, I'm sprayin'
A murder death machine
They call me Evel Knievel
Paint up my face and
Start serial killin' people
A sick psychopathic, dead bodies they stink
A voodoo witch doctor
Shacka lacka your head shrink a known sicko
The Grim Reaper with the sickle
They stab me in my eye, hehe
That only tickle but it made me mad so I
Killed your mommy and dad
Blood soaked my clothes like a maxi pad
All the killin', I can't stop the killin'
All the killin'
Every time I stabbed him in the face
I got a happy feelin'
Dead clown, they say, "We
Thought you was dead, clown
How can he be alive and
He's choppin' off heads now"
The curse my Homey came back
An omen the unholy
You soft like a cream puff, call you cannoli
I put heads in flower pots
With bodies they rot
No other killer clown got more
Bodies than I got
Fuck the police 'cause they
Don't know my identity
The preacher can't save you at the church
No serenity
Homey the Clown spit the wicked shit
Win is me