| It’s a juggalo party
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| Every Hallowicked!
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| Put yo' axe up
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| Every Hallowicked!
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| I love the way the leaves turn orange
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| And pumpkins seem to be on each and everybody’s porch
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| But bitch, it’s Halloween, I’m tryin' to raise the dead
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| And anybody disagree can catch an axe in they forehead
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| Bitch, fuck Halloween, it’s Hallowicked
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| It’s like a Live-Aid all on the stage for real killas
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| Is you wit' us?
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| Then keep yo' axe held high
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| Cause trick-or-treatin's for fags bitch, we wanna die
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| I can’t afford a costume so I came as self
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| All high and sweaty, just a picture of health
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| Trick-or-treat, bag snatchin' ain’t shit for the bitch
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| Run these Pay Day’s, Almond Joys, and barbecue potato chips
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| No more knockin' on the door
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| We mashin' on the floor and shit
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| And we ain’t leavin' till we heavin' up some blood and shit
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| Fuck a mothafuckin' Twix, bitch
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| I’d rather roll with the clique of lunatics
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| That’s now known as TWIZTID!
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| Tell me do you want the wicked shit?
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| HELL YEAH!
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| Tell me do you want the wicked shit?
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| HELL YEAH!
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| Tell me do you want the wicked shit?
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| HELL YEAH!
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| Wicked shit!
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| HELL YEAH!
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| Wicked shit!
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| HELL YEAH!
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| Every Hallowicked, it’s another killin' spree
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| Choppin' people up with the axe for hatin' me
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| I got a long list to fill
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| Some bitches and ex-friends
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| I promise you the bitches’ll die before the night ends
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| I got a Hallowicked blunt to smoke with all of y’all
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| My name is Blaze, let me introduce you to my chainsaw
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| What it sound like choppin' your neck
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| Bullet holes in my chest
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| Like a straight up vet
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| I’m the dead body waitin' to stick yo' ass up
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| And fuck yo' ass up
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| If you with me, throw yo' hands up
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| And show your dead homie Blaze how you rock
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| Hallowicked till infinity, the wicked shit’ll never stop
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| We get this bitch so high that my head is spinnin'
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| Fuck every jugga-ho is how the fuck I’m feelin'
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| This is some of that scary, it won’t quit
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| Juggalos, tell me do you want the mothafuckin' wicked shit?
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| It’s my favorite time to haunt the streets
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| Anybody Killa!
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| Snatchin' all yo' goodies and handin' out bloody treats
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| Fuck a costume, I’m scary enough
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| Devil’s Night, Hallowicked, get yo' axe, raise em' up
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| I can smell the souls and the spirits
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| And every Hallowicked when the clouds blow by, I can hear em'
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| Tellin' me to celebrate the dead for life
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| And every Hallowicked night
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| Stab everything in sight
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| I love it when it rains every Halloween
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| My nose runnin' like a faucet
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| While I’m steady tryin' to trick-or-treat
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| Wagglin' my dick at every jack-o-lantern I see
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| Until your mom gets mad and calls the cops on me
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| Hallowicked is the only day of the year I get to be myself
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| Instead of trying to be normal like you or anybody else
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| Psychopathic in this bitch, you know how we ride
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| Madrox, Twiztid for life, EASTSIIIIDE! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Juggalo Party, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Marvelous Missing Link (Found), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп