| Silence of the hams squeal pigs
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| Split they wigs
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| Mr. bigs
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| This is gonna flip they lids
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| Screw you f**king bitch
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| Now me tell you something about my side of town
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| Pork chops get sauteed so they don’t f**k around
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| You have the right to remain silent
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| I plead the 4 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent
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| And we high on Mary Jane enphadamies
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| Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans
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| I’m like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K
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| Ain’t no way we ain’t gonna spray away
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| 4 Killas and a Lapro? |
| Ham
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| We staying ice out like the abdominal snowman
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| Ain’t no man no ham no goddamn coppa gonna drop me
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| I’ll pop em with the heart stopper
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| Silence of the hams is what I burst
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| But first
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| Let me tell you what’s worst
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| October 31st
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| Bloody Halloweens
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| Screams and police sirens
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| Rapid firing my auto mattic pistol
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| I pop Chris
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| And I pop crystals
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| Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
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| Right out side your local tittie bars
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| These wicked stars
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| It’s the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
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| Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy (pow)
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| Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
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| Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
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| So silence of the hams
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| Clint East I smell your cut
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| Lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt
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| Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
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| And chewed on his badge like some captain crunch
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| APB out on the juggalo
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| ICP and 3 insane search through the 313
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| You can’t protect or serve me
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| Matter of fact, you work for me
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| You fired faggot, F**K THAT!
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| Me and D and T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope
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| Rear rear f**k that buck pat dun dun dun dun
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| Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching a flinging bloody bacon
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| Body dropping bitches singing preacher preaching f**kin faking
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| Booty heavy bitches waiting back at my house
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| I be anticipatin' putting dick in they mouth
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| Ain’t no f**kin cop about to raid on my parade
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| When I been dreaming about killing a cop from 2nd grade
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| P-o-l-i-c-e me
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| Homi-c-i-d-e
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| You don’t wanna see me
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| Red and blue lights talking on the CB
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| Luitenant and a rookie
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| Damn I gotta cookie
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| All through my shit they wanna take a extra lookie
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| Probably wanna book me
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| Off to jail they took me
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| I know I’m looking at alot of time without some nookie
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| Ehehehehehh
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| It’s the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
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| Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy (pow)
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| Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
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| Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
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| Boom boom boom (Switch)
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| Boom «Who the f**k is that?» |
| It’s E & J, Bitch
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| I don’t give a f**k if you rap you gets no love
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| You can wrap your lips around my dick and suck faggot, what?
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| We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
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| Bring the pickit sign
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| Wicked rhyme d-time
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| It’s raining diamonds
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| The sixth joker’s card is in your front yard
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| Bitch don’t be sccccured
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| It’s the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (Cop killaz, police killaz)
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| Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy (pow) (muthaf**ka don’t test me)
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| Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
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| Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (Insane Clown Posse
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| and Esham)
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| Me and J SV what? |
| ICP
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| OGin' ICP and. |
| You know it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silence of the Hams , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album 20th Anniversary Hallowicked Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп