| Drugs we love 'em, scrub life livin'
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| Faygo chuggin', no fucks given
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| Thugs we shove 'em, fuck forgivin'
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| Fake Juggahoes who front for a livin'
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| It must suck to hump a dick in
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| Plate us somethin' you punks was given
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| 'Lettes we hug 'em, a few we dip in
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| Always wicked clown drippin'
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| (Dun dun dun dun dun dun da) Cheer the day I’m deceased
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| 'Cause if I’m sent to Hell at least you know I’m there to slay the beast
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| I rally all the wicked clowns, in a pack like fang-lickin' hounds
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| Two shanks a piece, position, (Attack!) nut shank incision sounds
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| It’s 2 Dope with a ballsack big as the Tokyo Air Dome
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| I bounce around on 'em 'cause they don’t give my legs room
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| These hoes wanna wrap all up, cocoon, and live in 'em
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| And won’t come out, it’s ecstasy, no doubt, I forgive 'em
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| They know my clown swag emits from my scrotum, in fact
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| I’m scoldin' ya mama now, already told her she’s too old to hold 'em
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| But when they hang low and dip towards the Southwest
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| I jump and stomp the tip of a pogo stick deep in your chest
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| Clown drippin'!
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| Bitch, I’m clown, drippin'!
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| Wicked clown, drippin'!
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| Drips fall down, splashin' off me
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| I’m dri-dri-dri-dri-drip, the wicked clown drippin'
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| I’m clown, drippin'!
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| Wicked clown, drippin'!
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| Drips fall down, splashin' off me
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| I’m dri-dri-dri-dri-drip, the wicked clown drippin'
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| My bright black and white clown face, your final vision
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| Your final thoughts: «Betrayin' them was a dumb decision»
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| Your life’s collision with death was big, bloody, and grand
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| And that carcass you ran is now the Dead Body Man’s
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| This wicked clown can morph his shape into whatever I create
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| Right now I got Brock Lesnar’s body, with Prince’s pretty purple face
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| Now I’m a giant tarantula! |
| No, a Southwest strantula
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| With a wicked clown’s head, legs tangled Purp N Stankula
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| Abra-cadabra! |
| (Woo) Abra-cadabradabadoo (Woo)
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| I’ma keep on stabbin' you, (Woo) 'til I’m stabbin' a slab of goo
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| Racist cops get chopped, eye popped out, and rocks popped in
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| With a sharp ass bony knee to the neck, as they face get socked in
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| Faygo soda pop, drop top, pop fizz bubbles
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| This cotton candy Moon Mist, just pissed away your troubles
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| And from underneath the rubble, come the double-headed giant clown trippin'
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| Soakin' the city in swag, clown drippin'
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| Bitch, I’m clown, drippin'!
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| Wicked clown, drippin'!
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| Drips fall down, splashin' off me
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| I’m dri-dri-dri-dri-drip, the wicked clown drippin'
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| Bitch, I’m clown, drippin'!
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| Wicked clown, drippin'!
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| Drips fall down, splashin' off me
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| I’m dri-dri-dri-dri-drip, the wicked clown drippin'
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| «Whoop whoop» echoes down the moonlit street, a big city!
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| Clown crews pull up for a meet, and get giddy!
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| Folks shook starin' at our fleet, like big titties!
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| We gives not a fuck wide-open chump, I’m clown drippy!
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| Like Faygo I’m lost at sea, we stay sticky!
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| All is welcome and always will be, we ain’t picky!
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| Clown love is the family for me, it ain’t tricky!
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| We gives not a fuck wide-open chump, I’m clown drippy!
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| Bitch, I’m clown, drippin'!
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| Wicked clown, drippin'!
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| Drips fall down, splashin' off me
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| I’m dri-dri-dri-dri-drip, the wicked clown drippin'
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| Bitch, I’m clown, drippin'!
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| Wicked clown, drippin'!
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| Drips fall down, splashin' off me
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| I’m dri-dri-dri-dri-drip, the wicked clown drippin' |