Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Im Clownin', artist - Insane Clown Posse. Date of issue: 13.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When Im Clownin' |
| When I’m clownin' |
| I get silly |
| Like something lace my Philly |
| Been known to pop a pilly |
| And cop a check with billy |
| When I’m clownin' |
| My heart beat poundin' |
| I sweat so much I’m drownin' |
| Because my shows astoundin' |
| And Faygo grape I’m downin' |
| When I’m clownin' |
| Aabrakadabra alakazam what have ya |
| Quick slight of hand I stab ya |
| Demons crawl out and grab ya |
| When I’m clownin' |
| There’s plenty laughing |
| Blood on the walls what happened? |
| A massive murder stabbin |
| Cause wicked shit I’m blabbin |
| When I’m clownin' |
| Shit come alive |
| And don’t no one survive |
| Off the light rig I dive |
| And this shit ain’t no jive |
| When I’m clownin' |
| When I’m clownin' |
| I’m Psycoilly |
| Snatch out your icy grilly |
| I owes the mob a milli |
| Bout to knock off a Chili’s |
| When I’m clownin' |
| Mad hoes I’m springin |
| They want my dingalingin |
| (Ooh let’s fuck) |
| They singin |
| I keep my hatchet swingin' |
| When I’m clownin' |
| I I I’m super sick |
| Bones o bobber shoot you quick |
| Why you cuz youz a dick |
| Is he dead? |
| Poke him use a stick |
| When I’m clownin' |
| I’m heavy high powered |
| Mad energy devoured |
| The whole milky way sour |
| Let my acid rain shower |
| When I’m clownin' |
| Everything’s a joke |
| That angel’s wings are broke |
| So hot your speakers smoke |
| I freak this 'til I croak |
| Fresh off the red muds of Covington, Georgia |
| Running with the hatchet |
| Is Boondox with two wicked whoops for you |
| Danny Brown, show the underground |
| How you get down with the clown |
| Take a whole eighth to the face |
| Anything on my mind right now been erased |
| And I taste that taste |
| Of a nice thin waist |
| Wanna pick that up |
| Put the pussy on my face |
| Ate a whole hand full of shrooms |
| Huffin' on balloons got me in a spinnin' room |
| All these pills I consume |
| Got me hollerin' at the moon |
| Like, what’s that, kaboom |
| While IC fill the room |
| You don’t really want it with me |
| You know it’s Danny Brown with ICP |
| Grub her down low, bring her back for a G |
| But before you do that, lemme see ID |
| Bout to drop a deuce in my Faygo |
| Sippin like the west got me moving up in slow-mo |
| Oh no, let’s go |
| Pass the blunt around |
| Them hoes gettin' pounded when I be clownin' |