Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hyde Park Pedaler , by - Insane Clown Posse. Release date: 16.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hyde Park Pedaler |
| It’s tickle time! |
| Ride with me! |
| Welcome to Hyde Park, with that said |
| Relax, while I poke a shank in your head |
| Here I come on mom’s '83 birthday gift |
| Green tandem Schwinn, for me and my twin |
| But crampin' my got his ass clipped |
| Now it’s just me, back seat’s open for the chicks |
| See me ride, I’m the bike man of Hyde Park |
| Ten at night I start, because I like dark |
| I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip flops |
| But one drop, |
| If you’re walkin' and I’m speedin' by often |
| It’s called stalkin', you’re 'bout to need a coffin |
| Double-padded wide seat for my tailbone |
| Bloody tire tracks in the street flee the gals home |
| No I don’t gang bang thugs, you need to learn |
| I’m only throwin' hand signs up when I turn |
| Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck |
| Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler |
| Relaxing bike ride |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| There’s stranger danger |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| Relaxing bike ride |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| There’s stranger danger |
| But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride) |
| My bike bell rings every kill |
| Decorative eyeballs stuck through the spokes of my wheels |
| Bein' parked off the street smashin' in the back seat |
| Will land you both in a trash bag, hacked meat |
| 'Cause I’m that sweet, I don’t pack heat |
| I just jack off and skeet to this fat beat |
| Hookers bare feet blowin' boners in the bushes |
| The drugs in the system increase the blood gushes |
| Mad cushion, three hundred she pushin' need a douchin' |
| Her pussy never got air with all them thighs smushin' |
| Pumpin' up my inner tube, then my inner floob |
| Made me put the nozzle to her nipple, air in her boob |
| Which ballooned up, plump, then the other one |
| She floated off, double blimp bubble fun |
| But the slut popped, gut slop dropped plopped splatter |
| Well that flopped, hey! |
| I caught a bladder |
| (Stop) What’s the matter? |
| (Chop! Chop!) Ain’t nobody better |
| At bedlam, you better run from the Hyde Park Pedaler |
| Relaxing bike ride |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| There’s stranger danger |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| Relaxing bike ride |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| There’s stranger danger |
| But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride) |
| I like to murder, but safety’s not a game |
| I’ll put that on the blood-stained shank stuck to my bike frame |
| I maintain bike ridin' ain’t for kids |
| God forbid you brake so hard your bike skids |
| What if the road’s blocked and you need to take the grass route |
| And have to pedal so hard you might pass out |
| You could hit a ditch and lose all control |
| And if your chain pops off, you’re assed-out, ass hole |
| I installed a seatbelt 'cause crashin' ain’t fun |
| I’m a killer, yes, but at least I’m a safe one |
| banana fana fo |
| It’s adamant I’m stabbin' foes, this man’s an animal |
| I rejected bein' cannibal, though it’s understandable |
| Rather just roll my tandem slow and strangle random hoes |
| Oil up your pedals, Holmes, keep your reflectors clean |
| Or I’ll inject something chrome directly in your spleen |
| No ollies, bunny hops, or ramp jumps |
| Unless you want your motherfuckin' lumps by the Park Pedaler |
| Relaxing bike ride |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| There’s stranger danger |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| Relaxing bike ride |
| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler) |
| There’s stranger danger |
| But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride) |
| Bunch of clowns |