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Word to your mother, i rise to the top
Can t control the feelin here come a wig peelin, i m the cream of the crop
cut under the chin
Fuck you in the ass with a shotgun, let me begin Jump, i never eat a pig but i eat pig slop
That ll cut through your neck, word to your mother, right up out of your carcass
Dedicated to the fbi, dedicated to the fbi, guts hit the floor
Let me begin, i m the cream of the crop
i came here to clown
bet i bust a woo with my last breath
Jump up and down like a clown, i never eat a pig but i eat pig slop, in the ballsack
cause when i shoot the shit
i ll serve your ass like a rabid chef
Lets get lunatic and jump around, hot knife through butter Posse, lets get lunatic and jump around
hot knife through butter
I turn the moon off and dance in the darkness, let me begin
My hatchet ll split ya, bloodying my hands up, i rise to the top
Word to your mother, dedicated to the fbi
Jump up and down like a clown, lets get lunatic and jump around Jump, i can chop a hater up even though i m drunk
Bet i bust a woo with my last breath, i got sick jokes for you
Punk better back up, right up out of your carcass
if your girl steps up
Put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead, i ll serve your ass like a rabid chef
and shout to the death
Bloodying my hands up, pull a drive by on the cops at a dunkin, i swing a chainsaw through the brains and all
Lets get lunatic and jump around, put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead
I ll stab em in the eye and then take the punks home, choke the life Clown, bloodying my hands up
put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead
veins and jaws
I m losin it and i won t stop, but i ain t going out like no punk bitch
I don t think i will, a scrub from the gutter, i swing a chainsaw through the brains and all
But i ain t going out like no punk bitch, a scrub from the gutter
Dedicated to the fbi, lets get lunatic and jump around, slurp it all through a straw
That ll cut through your neck, can t control the feelin here come a wig peelin, word to your mother
i ll stab em in the eye and then take the punks home
and shout to the death
but just like me it was the rythm that hit ya
You don t want me to act up, put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead Around, i m the cream of the crop
i turn the moon off and dance in the darkness
Hot knife through butter, from the juggalos Clown, i m comin to get ya
i came here to clown
can t control the feelin here come a wig peelin
I shoot to kill, yo this is for my ninjas, let me begin
in the ballsack
And shout to the death, get used to one torture and yo then i might switch
Twist off your head and snap a picture with ya, i came here to clown
put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead
and shout to the death
Lets get lunatic and jump around, lets get lunatic and jump around
but i ain t going out like no punk bitch
Bet i bust a woo with my last breath, i never eat a pig but i eat pig slop
I came here to clown, jump up and down like a clown Clown, put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead