Tekster: Insane Clown Posse. Chop Chop.

[with Esham][answering machine](beep) Then you know what you can doYou can be a couple of pleasersAnd take some tweazersAnd bust every hair on my nutsackPaste em to your backThen jump on the E-TrackAnd suck my dick exactly where it's at....HO(beep)[old record plays]Jay fuzz the clown Jay fuzz the clownJay fuzz the clown[low voice repeats]JugglesJugglesJugglesJuggles (x2)[low bass starts in background][Verse 1-Violent J] (crowd in parentheses)Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokersand 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 mounty ass hickI'm a city slicker and I'm come to the valley and I'm gonna hit yaand ya know the carnival's gonna get wit' yaOh, I meant as well mention, that I come from another di-men-sionYou never seen nothing like this boy (Magic acts of pain and joy)Please don't try to come and get meBecause I pack a French curler with meAnd them punks are gonna have to take me out quickBecause I can do a double-flip you fat piece of shitPicture that (that) packing a magic wand and a top hatBecause some gotta stop or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop[Chorus]Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, ChopSwing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, ChopSwing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, ChopSwing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop [X2][Verse 2-Violent J] (Crowd in parentheses)Detroit air is toxic, my eyeballs popped out they socketsAnd fried in the streets like a steak'em [sound of popping and a splatter](shake em, bake em)Break em off something from the smokestackI've been breathing all my life so I'm dying anywayI'm nothing but a radiation freak showMy arm fell of and it bounced on the floorCarnival land up the alley (alley, alley)Then we landed in Sunny Valley(Jumpin up and down on a richies head)And now I'm gonna jump till he's finally dead(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)They got no love yet we got controlThey'll never touch my funky soulStreet top all extra topNow we can run or we can walkEither way some gotta stopOr the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop[Chorus][Verse 3-Esham and Violent J][Esham] Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown[Violent J] What's up comes down[Esham] Before my nuts go soft juggle em around[Violent J] Bitch wanna join the carnival circus grab my ding-a-ling and jerk and jerkus[Esham] I gotta catch these carnival thrills rudeboy (*mixed*) and these heads I drill[Violent J] Chills, thrills, bigots writing wills an axe to the forehead usually kills[Esham] If this ain't hell, I can't tell, hang my body on a cross with some rusty nailsIf I juggle then call me a juggla, I'm a nap rubbla, voodoo smugglaSee I got the symptoms of insanity, I'm down with J from the ICPI'm down with him and he's down with meSo if we gotta chop see H-O-PE[Violent J]Running down the block someone hit me wit' a rock And my brains all over the streetBut I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down all over this Esham beat[Esham]So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chopIf I chop, then I gotta chop, chop[Both]But you could never stop sucker, you could never dropWicked clowns 'cause you know we love to CHOP, CHOP[Chorus] (x2)*in background*Got to be funky....fades to end