Insane Clown Posse - Get Ya Wicked On lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Get Ya Wicked On lyrics]
I punch bitches in their fake titties he does
I got warrants in like eight cities he does
I like to murder those provokin'
(Damn) He does i swing quick and leave a
Motherfucker's throat hangin' open
I drink the blood of a street rat he does
Yo, Monox Boogie where the weed at
I got 18 plus speed (Uh, huh)
With a plus two dagger from
The Tomb of Horrors, d&D
We cave heads in with a brick we do
We fuck hotties with the same dick
(All day) We do
We eat power lines and generators we do
One time we shut Detroit city
Off for like 11 hours
We the wickedest believe that we do
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that shit, he do
We'll rip your head off and
Swing it by the hair
Until we get blood everywhere motherfucker
Get ya wicked on
We know you hate who we are
But even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get they
Wicked on, wicked on, wicked on
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
We know you hate who we are
But even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get they wicked on
I'll drive a tank through your
High school he does
I let the carnival high rule
(Bow down) He does
I get sick like a crime story he does
Motherfucker, this the Southwest
Side Ghetto Territory
I can make a fist with your neck in it he can
I need my medication every 20 minutes he does
I store dead bodies all up under
My house and every night
I hear 'em runnin' they mouth
And gettin' wicked on me
(nimrev tihs fo eceip uoy, eid oG)
Day days on my black hearse (Damn) We do
Clown love, juggalos first they do
Red and black skullcaps everywhere with
The fresh face paint (Breathe it in
Secondhand smoke) contacts and
The Twiztid hair
We find peace at the graveyard we do
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards
(Uno, bitch) They do
So move out of the way and get out of my path
Or we'll saw your head in half Motherfucker
Get ya wicked on
I got warrants in like eight cities he does
I like to murder those provokin'
(Damn) He does i swing quick and leave a
Motherfucker's throat hangin' open
I drink the blood of a street rat he does
Yo, Monox Boogie where the weed at
I got 18 plus speed (Uh, huh)
With a plus two dagger from
The Tomb of Horrors, d&D
We cave heads in with a brick we do
We fuck hotties with the same dick
(All day) We do
We eat power lines and generators we do
One time we shut Detroit city
Off for like 11 hours
We the wickedest believe that we do
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that shit, he do
We'll rip your head off and
Swing it by the hair
Until we get blood everywhere motherfucker
Get ya wicked on
We know you hate who we are
But even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get they
Wicked on, wicked on, wicked on
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
We know you hate who we are
But even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get they wicked on
I'll drive a tank through your
High school he does
I let the carnival high rule
(Bow down) He does
I get sick like a crime story he does
Motherfucker, this the Southwest
Side Ghetto Territory
I can make a fist with your neck in it he can
I need my medication every 20 minutes he does
I store dead bodies all up under
My house and every night
I hear 'em runnin' they mouth
And gettin' wicked on me
(nimrev tihs fo eceip uoy, eid oG)
Day days on my black hearse (Damn) We do
Clown love, juggalos first they do
Red and black skullcaps everywhere with
The fresh face paint (Breathe it in
Secondhand smoke) contacts and
The Twiztid hair
We find peace at the graveyard we do
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards
(Uno, bitch) They do
So move out of the way and get out of my path
Or we'll saw your head in half Motherfucker
Get ya wicked on