Tekster:
Insane Clown Posse Wind Me Up

I could stand On top with no in between There was a time When I didn't need somebody to Wind me up I can't let ship pass me by I'm winded yet still

I could stand On top with no in between There was a time When I didn't need somebody to Wind me up I can't let ship pass me by I'm winded yet still

time I could stand On top with no in between There was a time When I didn't need somebody to Wind me up I can't let ship pass me by I'm winded yet still

his way out of this maze? You gotta be a real dickbuffer To wind up here in the first place Right you are Jimbo Let's watch the big dick fuck up some

open it up, I'm a sock her Get the fuck back and leave me alone Before I have to come to your home and see ya Wind me up and I can do flips And put

Joke ya mind... Joker jumping joker sing Joke ya mind... Wicked clown is in the house Wake up in my golden bed Wicked thoughts inside my head Step outside

up like I Better had I cut back to the cut to get a cut of my cut 'Cause even in a hurricane a crack-head'll show up I be da gang tag K-er Gay-fag slayer

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls, bitch Insane Clown Posse is back in this mutha fucka Hey yo, Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah, maybe

nasty) but if now if this supposed to be heaven for me, then just give me my own hell back so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me