| When I’m clownin'
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| I get silly
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| Like something lace my Philly
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| Been known to pop a pilly
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| And cop a check with billy
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| When I’m clownin'
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| My heart beat poundin'
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| I sweat so much I’m drownin'
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| Because my shows astoundin'
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| And Faygo grape I’m downin'
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| When I’m clownin'
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| Aabrakadabra alakazam what have ya
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| Quick slight of hand I stab ya
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| Demons crawl out and grab ya
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| When I’m clownin'
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| There’s plenty laughing
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| Blood on the walls what happened?
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| A massive murder stabbin
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| Cause wicked shit I’m blabbin
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| When I’m clownin'
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| Shit come alive
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| And don’t no one survive
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| Off the light rig I dive
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| And this shit ain’t no jive
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| When I’m clownin'
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| When I’m clownin'
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| I’m Psycoilly
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| Snatch out your icy grilly
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| I owes the mob a milli
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| Bout to knock off a Chili’s
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| When I’m clownin'
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| Mad hoes I’m springin
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| They want my dingalingin
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| (Ooh let’s fuck)
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| They singin
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| I keep my hatchet swingin'
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| When I’m clownin'
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| I I I’m super sick
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| Bones o bobber shoot you quick
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| Why you cuz youz a dick
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| Is he dead?
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| Poke him use a stick
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| When I’m clownin'
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| I’m heavy high powered
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| Mad energy devoured
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| The whole milky way sour
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| Let my acid rain shower
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| When I’m clownin'
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| Everything’s a joke
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| That angel’s wings are broke
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| So hot your speakers smoke
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| I freak this 'til I croak
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| Fresh off the red muds of Covington, Georgia
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| Running with the hatchet
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| Is Boondox with two wicked whoops for you
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| Danny Brown, show the underground
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| How you get down with the clown
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| Take a whole eighth to the face
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| Anything on my mind right now been erased
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| And I taste that taste
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| Of a nice thin waist
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| Wanna pick that up
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| Put the pussy on my face
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| Ate a whole hand full of shrooms
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| Huffin' on balloons got me in a spinnin' room
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| All these pills I consume
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| Got me hollerin' at the moon
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| Like, what’s that, kaboom
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| While IC fill the room
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| You don’t really want it with me
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| You know it’s Danny Brown with ICP
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| Grub her down low, bring her back for a G
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| But before you do that, lemme see ID
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| Bout to drop a deuce in my Faygo
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| Sippin like the west got me moving up in slow-mo
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| Oh no, let’s go
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| Pass the blunt around
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| Them hoes gettin' pounded when I be clownin' |