Insane Clown Posse - Cartoon Goon lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Cartoon Goon lyrics]
Midnight, full moon, blood curdling howls
Soulless body, empty shell, hollow
Spiraling rabbit hole, chew me up, swallow
Empty fifth bottle, finna jump, follow
Rubber boy bouncin' back with
A bone-crackin' scowl
Bodies buried booty up, no pantalones
Shit's fowl
Drop an anvil in a pillow case, no conscious
No sorrows
Knockin' nuggets off they neck piece
Like there's no tomorrow
Evacuate your bowel with a snarl and a growl
Your underoos are now sour, no TP, no towel
Cops ask you who did it
(Who?) Sounded like a owl
But never catch me 'cause I
Greased they pockets up, thurston Howell
The sun go down, no bitches safe
That's when I'm on the prowl
You do not know how to gut a ho? Wеll
Let me show you how
Wear thеir skin back to they residence
I sit down and I chow
All these fools are next
That's how a cartoon goon gets down
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
Animated in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board
'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board
And we fly we need this cartoon goon to die
I see a juicy booty broad joggin', broad day
I'm big chief and got my nubs on some nub
Peyote! Gotta stop and pinch my own self
Make sure I'm okay
It's like someone practicin'
Dribblin' her panties
Perfection comes from practice
And patience will pay off
When I sniff on the spices
I'll eat your fuckin' face off
When it comes to murder tools
One company is trusty
ACME caters to murderers with
A money back guarantee
Now everybody wanna go to
Heaven for eternal peace
Hey, nobody wanna die today
Why? Shit is cray
Your beggin' is for nothin'
Shit can that shit, okay?
Your soul leaves your corpse
But with me your body stays
Unspeakable things, they comin' your way
All you see is muzzles flashin'
Pushin' back your toupee
When they finally put this goon down
That'll be the day you hear all these mother
Fuckers cheerin' "Hooray!"
Put dynamite in your mouth, like a square
Light it up one bullet's all it takes
Blow your fuckin' head up
Drop a piano on your head from a building
Top floor but wait, that's not it, hold up
There's more paint a tunnel on a wall
And I chase you top speeds
Send your remains to your mama
Small box is all we need
Now here we go wit' a twist
Put a shotgun in my face
Blow my hat backwards, but cartoon
Goon still in place, bitch
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
Animated in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board
'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board
And we fly we need this cartoon goon to die
I got the mayday, SOS, big distress
I'm vacay in Jamaica tryin'
To catch some rest but this F on my chest
Means I'm blessed with fresh
And quick to avenge all my friends with less
Now I assume this goon is a cartoon
You can blow him up, boom
His whole shape resume
And so I stretch him, flex, wreck
With that he finna break
He elastic, snap back
Right back he into shape
Ideas are minimal, restrictions are endless
This thug's animated
Only one way to end this
It worked for SpongeBob and
His fat homie Patrick
How the fuck I ain't think
Of this only tactic?
The cartoon goon soon met an eraser
What's left? We drank to his death, no chaser
One drawing left, hangin' in a museum
Under the cartoon goon, it only says "damn"
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
Animated in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board
'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board
And we fly we need this cartoon goon to die
Soulless body, empty shell, hollow
Spiraling rabbit hole, chew me up, swallow
Empty fifth bottle, finna jump, follow
Rubber boy bouncin' back with
A bone-crackin' scowl
Bodies buried booty up, no pantalones
Shit's fowl
Drop an anvil in a pillow case, no conscious
No sorrows
Knockin' nuggets off they neck piece
Like there's no tomorrow
Evacuate your bowel with a snarl and a growl
Your underoos are now sour, no TP, no towel
Cops ask you who did it
(Who?) Sounded like a owl
But never catch me 'cause I
Greased they pockets up, thurston Howell
The sun go down, no bitches safe
That's when I'm on the prowl
You do not know how to gut a ho? Wеll
Let me show you how
Wear thеir skin back to they residence
I sit down and I chow
All these fools are next
That's how a cartoon goon gets down
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
Animated in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board
'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board
And we fly we need this cartoon goon to die
I see a juicy booty broad joggin', broad day
I'm big chief and got my nubs on some nub
Peyote! Gotta stop and pinch my own self
Make sure I'm okay
It's like someone practicin'
Dribblin' her panties
Perfection comes from practice
And patience will pay off
When I sniff on the spices
I'll eat your fuckin' face off
When it comes to murder tools
One company is trusty
ACME caters to murderers with
A money back guarantee
Now everybody wanna go to
Heaven for eternal peace
Hey, nobody wanna die today
Why? Shit is cray
Your beggin' is for nothin'
Shit can that shit, okay?
Your soul leaves your corpse
But with me your body stays
Unspeakable things, they comin' your way
All you see is muzzles flashin'
Pushin' back your toupee
When they finally put this goon down
That'll be the day you hear all these mother
Fuckers cheerin' "Hooray!"
Put dynamite in your mouth, like a square
Light it up one bullet's all it takes
Blow your fuckin' head up
Drop a piano on your head from a building
Top floor but wait, that's not it, hold up
There's more paint a tunnel on a wall
And I chase you top speeds
Send your remains to your mama
Small box is all we need
Now here we go wit' a twist
Put a shotgun in my face
Blow my hat backwards, but cartoon
Goon still in place, bitch
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
Animated in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board
'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board
And we fly we need this cartoon goon to die
I got the mayday, SOS, big distress
I'm vacay in Jamaica tryin'
To catch some rest but this F on my chest
Means I'm blessed with fresh
And quick to avenge all my friends with less
Now I assume this goon is a cartoon
You can blow him up, boom
His whole shape resume
And so I stretch him, flex, wreck
With that he finna break
He elastic, snap back
Right back he into shape
Ideas are minimal, restrictions are endless
This thug's animated
Only one way to end this
It worked for SpongeBob and
His fat homie Patrick
How the fuck I ain't think
Of this only tactic?
The cartoon goon soon met an eraser
What's left? We drank to his death, no chaser
One drawing left, hangin' in a museum
Under the cartoon goon, it only says "damn"
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
Animated in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board
'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board
And we fly we need this cartoon goon to die