| We finnin' to get these motherfuckas
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| Eh eh man, what’s up nigga?
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| You motherfucka!
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| Take that motherfuckas!
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| I creep from out the woodworks, where they can’t run
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| Jumpin' out a clown car, with a paint gun
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| 95 rappers deep, and we still coming
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| Make you want to grab your heat, or maybe keep running
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| Yo baby keep it runnin' we about to regulate!
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| If I ain’t back in five minutes, evacuate
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| Blow up the place cause I’m sho' 'gon blow the spot
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| I hope my mic’s close, cause that’s all I got
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| And my balls and my words and my many styles
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| That’s why y’all 'bout to get served right now
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| I got surveillance, on you and your assailants
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| I smell the fragrance, of a foul MC flagrant
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| I come for the jabberjaws, and blabbermouths
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| Split 'em, tongue and cheek, turn a rapper out
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| Inside out show 'em, what you’re made of
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| It ain’t no love, when push comes to shove
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| I supersoak they sucka ass with a rainwater gun
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| Claim that they wanted heat, so I brought 'em some
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| Caught his ass in traffic, remained very calm
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| Hit him with a matchstick, and a cherrybomb
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| He ducked the first shot banked into a parking lot
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| He hit the curb- damn look how high that car can hop!
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| The transmission did a bellyflop on the ground
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| Both of the front tires blew and he spinned around
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| Doors flew open and they all started splittin' up
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| So I pulled out the babyface and started spittin' up
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| I guess you thought everything was all fine and dandy
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| That’s why I had to lay your ass on this cotton candy
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| All I remember was. |
| chaos in the shopping center
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| A crashed car with little Jack on the antenna
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| And all he seen was a clown face in the crowd
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| And somebody in his ear laughin' hella loud
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| I caught him at the carnival, on my home turf
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| Right up in the audience, at the Greatest Show on Earth
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| Loaded up the human cannon, and put the homie in
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| Shot his ass to his seat, to get his ass again
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| 25 gumballs, in a tubesock
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| Beat him like he stole some’m, until the dude dropped
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| Tie him up with licorice, he’s gettin' a little scratchy
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| Slap him up and gag his ass, with a handful of taffy
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| Put him on a unicycle, and send him down a hill
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| Put a nose and wig on him, so we can clown for real
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| Got a problem come to me, or go to Bozo
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| Krusty or my homie Homey, and that’s fo' sho' though |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slappy the Happy Killer Clown, artist - Freestyle Fellowship. Album song Temptations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп