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chop chop! (og mix) - insane clown posse lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1]
hey, hey it’s the wicked jokers
and we’re coming to the valley and we’ll smoke ya (choke ya)
kick the clown in the forehead
and i’m juggling juggling your head
(jed) you big fat redneck muddy -ss hick
i’m a city slicker and i’m comin to get ya, hit ya
and the carnival’s gonna get wit’ ya
oh, i might as well mention
that i come from another dimension
you never seen nothing like this boy
(magic axe of pain and joy)
keystone copper try to get me
but i pack a french curler with me
and the officer let me off quick
here’s a dunkin double-dip, you fat piece of shit
ha, ha. picture that (that) packing a magic wand and a top hat
because somthin’ gotta stop
or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop

[chorus]
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[verse 2]
detroit air is toxic
my eyeb-lls popped out they sockets
and fried in the street like a steak umm
(shake em, bake em)
break em off something from the smoke stack
i’ve been breathing all my life so i’m dying anyway
i’m nothing but a radiation freak show
my arm fell off and it bounced on the floor
carnival land up the alley (alley, alley)
and we stoppin’ in sunny valley
(jumpin up and down on a richie’s head)
and now i’m gonna jump till he’s finally dead
(jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, flatline)
they got no love yet they got control
they’ll never touch my funky soul
streets are bullets and chalk
now we can run or we can walk
either way somethin’ gotta stop
or the wicked clown is gonna chop, chop

[chorus]
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[bridge]
uh, and i get funky
wicked wicked funky
uh, and i get funky
carnie carnie junky
uh, and i get funky
wicked wicked funky
uh, and i get funky
carnie carnie junky

[verse 3]
knock knock, who’s there? stringy red hair
carnival of carnage is almost there
and we coming in a pink volkswagen
packed with 20 clowns, and the muffler’s draggin’
saggin’, laggin’, taggin’ along
whippin’ a southwest gangsta song
throwin’ up signs, wavin’ ’em rags
i’m violent j and i ain’t no f-g
matter fact, man, mother fuck that
’cause nut sacks don’t belong in b-tt cracks
factory smoke and choke insane
doctor please take a look at my brain
am i sick?
am i sick? (sick)
am i sick?
am i sick?
i’m gonna, i’m gonna work this
everybody come enjoy the circus
yes, dog, it’s all for real
come and ride this ferris wheel
i’d like a lemon pie right now
i’d like a lemon pie, you know?
but somethin’ gotta stop
or the wicked clowns will chop chop!

[chorus]
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- insane clown posse lyrics

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