Insane Clown Posee featuring Bone Thugs N Harmony, Kotton Mouth Kings, Tech N9ne & Esham
Violent J (Layzie Bone)
(Wicked Wonka baby) Halloween! (Uh uh...) Hallowicked Wonka (Uh uh...) I just did 18.
I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then?) I split some craniums in half and caved a few in/ Before long I'm standin' there alone/ I shut the party down for Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham (Been comin' I'm runnin' and droppin' them bombs still gunnin' I'm willing and ready for war/ Got down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E and the Kottonmouth Kings/ Bring it how we bring it dawg for the Wicked Wonka Halloween) Smokin' with Lay hey/ I'm Violent J hey/ We screamin' may-day cauze Bone and ICP are fuckin' pay day/ We'd give away hay but we already millionare rappers, hater-slappers/ Wicked shit, believe it, though we tight like alligator snappers (Don't run dawg, we gun clappers, bitch nigga slappers and hoe mackers/ City street slicked rappers but better known as wig crackers, lead packers) Uh (Ask my nigga Tech N9ne/ Cock it back for Esham and let it loose to they spine
Kottonmouth Kings (Shaggy 2 Dope)
And we mash and we stompin' we wicked wicked wonkin' (It's wicked when you walkin' within the thug pit) Yeah, we mashin' we stompin' we wicked wicked wonkin' (At this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
Who the mothafucka in the pit, talkin' shit? Who the mothafucka that want they wig split? Who the mothafucka that's down for the krown? Who the mothafucka in here right now? (Shaggy jumps in the pit, with these hatchets swingin 'em, strictly for the purpose of splittin' some craniums/ Shit we be illuminati at this thug pit though, treatin' fake thugs like a ho, tell 'em D-Loc) What the fuck you thinkin, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime, then run down the line,damn right I'm gettin' mine with a fine ass bitch, gettin' head, sippin' wine (Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallow-wicked on the scene/ Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game/ Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness/ It's the wicked wicked wonka, baby try and get with us)
Tech N9ne (Bobby Brown) [Richter]
It's that nigga that be on club shit,
Tech Nina off in a thug pit/ Fuck with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get drugged bitch/ Celebratin' for Sam Hein (Witch killas) If you don't wanna come with the wickedness/ A nigga wanna slam strange, I don't wanna hear a damn thang (Mashin' off from city to city we sparkin' fifties/ And pigs crashin' after parties, fuckin' and suckin' on titties, duckin' and dodgin' the coppers/ Ain't no one out that can stop us, droppin' that shit that be poppin' makin' it hotter and hotter) We man-handle 'em/ Fuckin' and crushin' on mans camera/ Bustin bright red bandanas, bitch, where was your antennas? When I was trying to stick it, wanna show a nigga how she lick it, motherfucker this is how we kick it, thug wilin' on hallow-wicked [Bud so fine fine, tokin' all kinds with Tech N9ne, gettin' more love, sippin' on Henn with Mo' Thugs/ Kickin' Faygo and smokin' more weed with ICP/ It's motherfuckin richter from the Kottonmouth Kings
Violent J (Layzie Bone)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit/ It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit/ We just some thuggalos and juggalos on some thug shit/ In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
Krayzie Bone
It's Mister Sawed-Off Leathaface, I bring the pain and bang a nigga brain when I step on the plate/ Guard your grill cauze when my niggas start to kill, it's hard to chill/ Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real
Daddy X
I ain't got a million dollars bitch, I'm fuckin' broke/
Spendin' all my change on that indo smoke/ All the bitches on the road schemin' for my loot/ They get nothin' but dick and a steel toed boot
Esham
Fuck fools, every Halloween I dress like a bag lady then I ride around with my 380 lookin' for Shady/ If I catch him at the shelter, I'm a pull his file, chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 Mile
Bobby Brown
We drinkin' drank, drank/ We smokin' dank, dank/ Mobbin' through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks/ We droppin' bombs, underground bombs/ Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring 'em on
Violent J (Layzie Bone)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit/ It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit/ We just some thuggalos and juggalos on some thug shit/ In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
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