Insane Clown Posse - Knock 2 Dis Mix lyrics

[Insane Clown Posse - Knock 2 Dis Mix lyrics]

A little mix of the old shit
Somethin' for you to knock down the block to
Juggalo Love

Woboogawoo WAAA! Welcome to the
House of horrors
You born in a barn? Shut the fuckin doors
You see, damn, cause I'm about to scare ya
Okay now I dare ya
Close your eyes, open up your mouth
And count to ten don't wanna, huh
'cause you know my nuts are going in
I'm twisted, i'll cut your finger off and
Stick it in your butt and glue it shut
This is when I get crazy
Lemme show you something
Brr You know what that means
It don't mean nothin, haha
But it scares you cause people
Don't be doing that shit
But me brr bitch brr I'm all about it brr
Guess what I'm a serial killer
It's a bad habit
I killed Tony, Lucky Charms
And the Silly Rabbit
Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing
Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait
Where you going?
Welcome to the house of horrors
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Lordy lordy we gotta protest that
Some rock and roll ninja bit
The head off a rat
Let's march in his concert and
Chant him to hell
Cause he's so fuckin TERRIBLE!
Meanwhile his record sells double and triple
'Cause of you writin' bout
Him rubbin' his nipple
Religious? Shit, you helped them bands
Instead of helpin' them poor people
Eatin' outta them garbage cans
When your done with that
Bitch come protest me
Shiiiiit motherfucka I could use the money
The whole world was cryin
When Kurt went kabang
When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang
Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his face off
And becomes a legend
Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made
Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid

If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me
If I was shooting star I be like shooooom
If I was a fat bitches thong
I'd be like hell nah
If I was a hotties thong I'd be like ahh
If I was a cuss word I'd just be like, fk
If I was a rock on the
Moon I'd be chillin like sup
If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit
If I was the DOC I'd be
Like "man this is bull shit"
If I was your tires on your car I'd be like
If I was the bumper on your
Car I'd be like ahh fk
If I was a balloon I'd be like
If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be fking Joe Bruce
If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say
Point 103
If I was a richie ass bitch I'd be like
Um ok if I was Spin magazine I'd put
A mirror on the cover
And be like fk us and all our readers
Even this motherfker
If I was your mental stress
I'd be catching up
If I was your headaches every now and then
I'd be like thuuummmp
If I was your tounge I'd be
Hatin' your teeth I'd be like
Ah why do you always bite
Me every time we eat?
If I was a chair I'd be like sit here
And if I was Kid Rock I'd
Cut my feathered wolf hair
If I was your muffler I'd
Be like shhh quietly
Iif I was a price tag I'd
Be like you ain't buyin me
If I was a fresh DJ I'd be like
If I was Jam Master J I'd be like
If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like
If I was Barry White I'd
Be like what up ya'll
I I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like
If I was your dead uncle I'd be like
If I was a rain drop I'd just be like
And I was an axe in your
Neck I might say chop hey Mike, Mike, MIKE!
Turn it up, right about now
Welcome everyone to the big show
Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival
Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads
Show respect you's amongst the dead
Don't like bigots and richy boy fks
Ain't shit changed bitch check nuts
Detroit, Southwest murderers die
The greatest spectacle under the sky

Five cards came and made they mark
From moon you gone down Patton Park
Fk your drum kit's, xylophone, cello
I'm a wicked clown bitch hello

Everbody come jump in our ride
Bring you and your fat ass bitch inside
Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze
Can't nobody get with these, motha fka
BRING IT ON!

Bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it bring it, bring it
Violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style
Fashion of the 2000s and beyond

Voodoo, chicken and magical wands

"Let's meet contestant number
OneHe's a skit'sofrantic
Serial killer clown, who says
"woman love his sexy smile"
Let's find out if his charm
Will work on Sharon sharon
What's your question?"

"Contestant number one
I believe first impressions last forever
So let's say you were
To come over to my parent's house and have
Dinner with me and my family tell me what you
Would do to make that
First impression really stick"

Let's see, hmm, well
I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked
Like I always do
And lick your momma in the eye and tell her
"FK YOU!"
Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti
I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her
"Get the food ready!"
Your dad will probably start tripping
And get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust
Him in his fking lips! It's dinner time
We hearing grace from your mother
I pull a forty out and pour
Some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister
I'll tell you this
You know for only thirteen
She got some big tit's
After that, your dad will try to jump again
And only this time
I'd put the forty to his chin
After you mom does the
Dishes and the silverware
I'd try fk her till I nut in my underwear

The second little piggy
His house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a motherfking dick
He sit's on his bench and
Get's all the respect but if I get a chance
I'm going straight for the neck
He walked in the room, and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chilling
Underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy
Now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know
Is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I seen the bailiff
I'm thinking what the fk?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid
Will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired motherfker will probably
Die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with
A wicked looking face
He saw my joker's smile
And sentenced me to die
So I racked on the bucket
Made it fking rain pork rinds

Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when
You hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an ax (yes)
The Carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks

My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk
Me and my axe will leave
Your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
Me and my axe will give
Your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave
Your neck a bloody fountain

Everybody everybody everybody run
Murdering murdering murdering fun
Swing swing swing chop chop chop
Swing swing swing chop chop chop

My axe is my buddy
We right the planet's wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots
Dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry
Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye

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