very deeply, I think, I think very deeply Let's begin, what, where, why, or when Will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane
need to impress with a double dip swinging ax chop to your chest ALL DAY im sellin coke laced joints to little kids i'm a clown in a milk truck handlin
suffering it gave I was just a little boy ever so naive Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
Southwest. Street hood. Spit on. Ripped off. No hoes. Pro wings. No real. Gold rings. Lips swoll. Chin rocked. Eyes in them "O" rings. Street clown. No
get caught There I am, god-damn, everything was smooth I woke up with a bloody bitch dead in the bathroom My wicked shit praise that I heard through the days Somehow now relays my new murderous
pool and the head will float up Im not a sicko, yo, though ive had girlfriends I even put their makeup on and take em for a spin Im not a murderer
, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Insane Clown Posse I.C.P Axe murdering done
hand on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast I never thought itd be so fuckin easy murdering a priest We went into the confession booth, he took
it Should've thought about that shit before you done it Why? I, never wanna die Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder The lights dimmed in my cell
with you, I'm smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I'ma murder any friend
it Should've thought about that shit before you done it Why? I, never wanna die Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder Dead end no escape from it
Perched up like a gargoyle waiting up in a tree Dropped down upon a victim fall so silently Clown paint with a hoodie my face glows at night Lurking
hate who we are, but even in Shangri-La a wicked We know you hate who we are, but even in Shangri-La a wicked clown gotaa get clown gotaa get they WICKED
need to impress With a doiuble dip swinging ax chop to your chest ALL DAY Im sellin coke laced joints to little kids I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin
seen a preacher, he said little boy imma Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so Fuckin easy murdering
the heads will float up I'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriends I even put their makeup on and theke 'em for a spin I'm not a murderer like
breathe anymo' Layin' in my bed, I can't move anymo' There's a demon floating in my face, clampin' my jaw [Shaggy 2 Dope] The witch told me, I gotta murder
Shovel, and stabbed him in the gut. I pulled it out and hammered across the back of his nug. I'm Hearing sirnes going off, its no bluelight specials. I turned murderer