Lyrics Cotton Candy & Popsicles - Insane Clown Posse

Cotton Candy & Popsicles

Go step to them bitches over there
Fuck that, you go step to them bitches
For what?
Man, look out y’all
Wibble wabble bumble boo
I’m Violent J, nice to meet you
Hop and jump thy cherry pump
Cherry syrup on ice cream, yum
What you say, I buy you some?
What’s your name, bitch, where you from?
You know me but don’t be scared
Bloody hands are weird, I know
Don’t front, girl, you like us thugs
Very scary, carny, scrubs
You don’t want no richie faggot
I think of Shaggy when he tag it That’s all good, I’ll hook you up Send your shit, I’ll look you up You met J though, he goes first
Yea, 'cause that’s like how it works
I can put aside my axe
Give your butt a couple smacks
Once you let me all up in You’re lucky if we’ll meet again
Fuck you!
I don’t want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Tropicana Dairy, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Coconut Flurry, baby
Don’t you wanna mix?
Cotton Candy and Popsicles
You from Dallas, Texas right?
You must be, girl, you look tight
Plus you rock a grip of ass
Thank you, Shaggy sweetness
Thank you nothin', let me hit it Truffle, shuffle, waffle, biscuit,
Whatever that was we ate
Cost me like 13.58
Sugar, bear, I’m worth all that
Bitch, I’ll smack you, call me that, what?
Call me 'Shaggy, Southwest thug'
Juggalo, Isle of Zug
Do him what you did to me With your tongue ring and your teeth
Only when in private
You think I wanna see his dick?
Put your candy down
Let me show your tongue around
Here’s my Popsicle and balls
Get on your knees and go for yours
I don’t want a Watermelon Cherry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Tropicana Berry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Blue Banana Sherry, baby
Don’t you wanna mix?
Cotton Candy and Popsickles
I don’t want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Tropicana Dairy, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Coconut Flurry, baby
Don’t you wanna mix?
Cotton Candy and Popsicles
Southwest Side, bitch, badder than bad
'Cause I’m from Motown
Badder than bad 'cuz I’m from Motown
'Cause I’m from Motown, Southwest Side, bitch
Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, yeah
Time to get busy in this motherfucker
I don’t want a Watermelon Cherry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Tropicana Berry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Blue Banana Sherry, baby
Don’t you wanna mix?
Cotton Candy and Popsickles
I don’t want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Tropicana Dairy, baby
Don’t you wanna?
I don’t want a Coconut Flurry, baby
Don’t you wanna mix?
Cotton Candy and Popsicles