Insane Clown Posse - Chop Chop! (OG Mix) lyrics

Cuts yeah cuts yeah

Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokers
And we're comin' to the valley
And I'll smoke ya (Choke ya)
Kick the clown in the forehead
And I'm jugglin' jugglin' your head (Jed)
You big fat redneck muddy-ass hick
I'm a city slicker
And I'm comin' to get ya, hit ya
And the Carnival's gonna get wit' ya!
Oh, I might as well mention
That I come from another dimension
You never seen nothing like this boy
Magic axe of pain and joy
Keystone copper tried to get me
But I pack a French curler with me
And the officer let me off quick
Here's a Dunkin' double-dip
You fat piece of shit!
Ha, ha picture that (That)
Packing a magic wand and a top hat
Because somethin' gotta stop
Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop

Funky jugglas (Cuts, yeah)
Funky jugglas (Chop joker)
Funky jugglas (Break it down, cuts, yeah)
Funky jugglas

Detroit's air is toxic
My eyeballs popped out they sockets
And fried in the street like a Steak Umm
Shake em, bake em
Break em off something from the smoke stack
I've been breathing all my life
So I'm dying anyway
I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
My arm fell off and it bounced on the floor
Carnival land up the alley (Alley, alley)
And we stoppin' in Sunny Valley
Jumpin' up and down on a richie's head
And now I'm gonna jump till he's finally dead
Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, flatline
Hey, they got no love yet they got control
They'll never touch my funky soul
Streets are bullets and chalk
Now we can run or we can walk
Either way somethin' gotta stop
Or the wicked clown is gonna chop, chop

Funky jugglas (Cuts, yeah)
Funky jugglas (Chop joker)
Funky jugglas (Ha, ha, wicked clown)
Funky jugglas

Uh, and I get funky wicked wicked funky
Uh, and I get funky carnie carnie junky
Uh, and I get funky wicked wicked funky
Uh, and I get funky carnie carnie junky

Knock knock, who's there? Stringy red hair
Carnival of Carnage is almost there
And we coming in a pink Volkswagen
Packed with 20 clowns
And the muffler's draggin'
Saggin', laggin', taggin' along'
Whippin' a Southwest gangsta song
Throwin' up signs, wavin' 'em rags
I'm Violent J and I ain't no fag
Matter fact, man, mother fuck that
'Cause nut sacks don't belong in butt cracks
Factory smoke and choke insane
Doctor, please take a look at my brain
Am I sick? Am I sick? (Sick)
Am I sick? Am I sick?
I'm gonna, I'm gonna work this
Everybody come enjoy the circus
Yes, dog, it's all for real
Come and ride this ferris wheel
I'd like a lemon pie right now
I'd like a lemon pie, you know?
But somethin' gotta stop
Or the wicked clowns will chop chop!

Funky jugglas (Chop joker)
Funky jugglas (Ha, cuts, yeah)
Funky jugglas (Jump, wicked) funky jugglas
Funky jugglas (Cuts, yeah)
Funky jugglas (So funky)
Funky jugglas (Come on, cuts, yeah)
Funky jugglas (Wicked clown is in the house)