Insane Clown Posse, Esham - Silence of the Hams lyrics

Hallowicked, E and J

Silence of the hams squeal pigs
Split they wigs (Oink) Mr bigs
This is gonna flip they lids
Screw you fucking bitch (Screw you, bitch)

Now me tell you something about
My side of town (Say what)
Pork chops get sautéed so
They don't fuck around
You have the right to remain silent
(Motherfucker, fuck you)
I plead the four fifth flip the script
On that bitch and get violent
And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines
Cutting they ears off ten
Year sergeant veterans
I'm like a young pig skinna from the HOK
Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray your way
Four killers in a 'Lac Brougham
We staying iced out like
The abdominal snowman
Ain't no man no ham no goddamn copper
Gonna drop me
I'll pop em with the heart stopper
Silence of the hams is what I burst
But first, let me tell you what's worst
October 31st (Halloween) , bloody Halloweens
Screams and police sirens
Rapid firing my automatic pistol, I pop Chris
And I pop crystals
Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Right out side your local titty bars
These wicked stars

It's the silence of the hams
And you lookin' hammy uh oh (Pigs)
Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy
Pow pow pow pow pow pow
Ooh ride with me and drop a copper
(Bacon bit's) Oh yeah (Bacon bit's)
Brake out with the trumpet
Service something proper
(Bacon bit's) Proper

So silence of the hams
Clint East I smell your cut
Lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt
Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
And chewed on his badge
Like some Captain Crunch
APB out on the Juggalo, ICP
And fleein' scenes, search through the 313
You can't protect or serve me, matter of fact
You work for me, you fired, faggot
Fuck that!
Me in D E T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope
Rear rear
Fuck that, buck pat, dun dun dun dun
(Come on)
Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching
Flinging bloody bacon
Body dropping bitches singing preacher
Preaching fuckin' fakin'
Booty heavy bitches waitin' back at my house
I be anticipatin' putting dick in they mouth
Ain't no fuckin cop about to
Rain on my parade
When I been dreaming about killing
A cop from second grade p-O-L-IC-E me (What)
Homi-C-ID-E (What) , you don't wanna see me (What)
Red and blue lights talking on the CB (What)
Lieutenant and a rookie
(What) damn I gotta cookie (What)
All through my shit they wanna
Take a extra looky (What)
Probably wanna book me
(What) off to jail they took me (What)
I know I'm looking at a
Long time without some nookie eheheheheh

It's the silence of the hams
And you lookin' hammy uh oh
(Bacon bit's, bacon bit's) Come on! Come on!
Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy
Pow pow pow pow pow pow
O-o-o ooh ride with me and drop a copper
(Bacon bit's, bacon bit's) Oh yeah
Brake out with the trumpet
Service something proper
Proper (Detroit Murderous!)

Boom boom boom (Switch)
Boom "Who the fk is that?" It's E & J, Bitch
I don't give a fk if you rap you gets no love
You can wrap your lips around
My dick and suck faggot, what?
We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
Bring the pickit sign wicked rhyme d-time
It's raining diamonds
The sixth joker's card is in your front yard
Bitch don't be sccccured

It's the silence of the hams
And you lookin' hammy
(Cop killaz, police killaz)
Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy
(pow, muthafka don't test me)
O-o-o ooh ride with me and drop a coppa
(bacon bit's, oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet
Service something proper proper
(Insane Clown Posse and Esham)
E and J SV what? ICP
OGin' ICP and you know it