catch a Violent J buzz One more thing before you hit that switch Please tell my momma that I'm sorry, I never (Chorus x2) Dead end no escape from it
you not to trust any them hoes Them things ain't eyes in the front of they head They hazard lights one and the walking dead You're a talking head
ashes and catch a Violent J buzz One more thing before you hit that switch Please tell my momma that I'm sorry, I never Dead end no escape from it Should
around this lake, Some say there's something in the water them deaths are no mistake. The fog that rides along the top has been said to carry voices, Those of the dead
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
stop sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you Killed two birds with one stone You're laying
ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over dead, but no blood, only dust, he's a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping
aint us its somebody gettin bloody Wicked clowns aint the only ones nutty buddy CATCH ME, TOUNGE KISSIN A severed head Catch me burying another bitch dead
nobody got no tounges and if the witch looks Your way somehow it crosses your lungs Playa playa was a boss man callin out shots until he caught one and
even though you're dead You'll always be around cause I'm keeping your head I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar I even own the melon of a dead
wake the dead, wake the dead, wake em'! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE EM'! I say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake em'! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD
gotta do is to try to go for the neck And it's sedatives, sedatives Like this, slow down Color smeared all around Weird sounds usin the mind of a clown And the wicked one
was dead and now he's still got eight floors to go He landed in a kitchen on a tray of steak blades Even though he was dead his hair went flippin' off
selfish You're just being selfish unappreciative that's all Selfish, What did you say to me? You're the one acting like that I ain't the one acting like
up his arm I wasn't scared, I was giddy to do it Then I knocked his head off and threw it IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Insane Clown Posse never gonna
, boys is on 'cause the homies watch your back Life is over like that Once it's done, it's done, it's dead Ticky-tocky-ticky-dead If you feel the need
Tell me J, who's this Jacob anyway?" I fucking want him dead, it's a voice in my head I gotta lotta voices, but this one's mislead He tells me to drink
to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns