Insane Clown Posse, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth Kings, Esham, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Thug Pit lyrics

Wicked Wonka, baby
Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka!
It's time, just did eighteen months

I brought a bat to a mosh-pit
(Well what you do then?)
I split some craniums in half
And caved a few in
Before long I'm standing there alone
I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne
Kottonmouth and Esham

Incoming, I'm running and dropping them bombs
Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war
Get down with the clowns from ICP
B-O-N-E and the Kottonmouth Kings
Bring it how we bring it
Doe for the wicked wonka, halloween

Smoking hay
Hey I'm Violent J hey we screaming may day
'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay day
We give away hey but we already millionare
Rapper hater slappers
Wicked shit believe it though
We tight like alligator snappers

Don't run dawg, we gun clappers
Bitch nigga slappers and ho mackers
City street slicked rappers but better
Known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham and let
It loose to they spine

An we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
It's wicked when you walking
Within the thug pit
Yeah we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
At this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split

Who the motherfucker in the pit talking shit?
(Shit)
Who the motherfucker that want the wig split?
(Split) who the motherfucker that's down
For the krown? (Krown)
Who the motherfucker in here right now?

Shaggy jumps in the pit with
These hatchets and swingin' them
Strictly for the purpose of
Splitting some craniums
Shit, we be illuminati at
This thug pit though
Treating fake thugs like a ho, tell 'em D-Loc
(Spit)

Now what the fuck you thinking
You can stop my shine?
Put your money where your mouth is
I'll take every dime then run down the line
Damn right I'm getting mine
With a fine ass bitch, getting head
Sipping wine

Hallows Eve, Halloween
Hallowicked all the same
Fuck a trick or treat
I treat a trick with some game (Trick)
Every year we lace the
Stage with the wickedness
It's the wicked-wicky wonka
Baby try an get with us

It's that nigga that be on blood shit
Tech Nina off in a thug pit
Fuck with the KMK
ICP, Bone and you'll get drug bitch
Celebrating for Samhein (Witch Killaz)
If you don't wanna come with the wickedness
A nigga wanna slam Strange
I don't wanna hear a damn thang

Mashing off from city to city
We sparking fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties
Fucking and sucking on titties
Ducking and dodging the coppers
Ain't no one out there that can stop us
Dropping that shit that be popping
Making it hotter and hotter

We man handle them
Fucking and crushing on man's camera
Busting bright red bandanas
Bitch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it
Wanna show a nigga how she lick it?
Motherfucker this is how we kick it
Thug whiling on Hallowicked

And it's so fine fine
Toking all kinds with Tech N9ne
Getting more love, sipping on hen
With Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfucking Richter from
The Kottonmouth Kings

It ain't nowhere to run when
You in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings)
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos
On some thug shit in this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split
It ain't nowhere to run when
You in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos
On some thug shit in this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split

It's mista sawed off leatherface
I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain
When I step on the plate guard your grill
Cause when my niggas start to ill
It's hard to chill
Motherfuckers end up in the
Graveyard for real (Skwo)

I ain't got a million dollars
Bitch I'm fucking broke
Spending all my change on that endo smoke
All the bitches on the road
Scheming for my loot
They get nothing but dick
And a steel-toed boot

Fuck Proof, every Halloween
I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my
380 looking for Shady if I catch him at the
Shelter I'ma pull his file
Chop his head off
And bury his body across 8 Mile

We drinking drank
(Drank) , we smoking dank (Dank)
Mobbing through these streets like a
Fleet of armored tanks (Tank)
We dropping bombs, underground bombs
Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on

It ain't nowhere to run when
You in the thug pit an we mashing
We stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos
On some thug shit yeah we mashing
We stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'
It ain't nowhere to run when
You in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin' within
The thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos
On some thug shit in this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split

Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos
On some thug shit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos
On some thug shit