| What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
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| Killed the little prick, him and his chick
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| Tried to be slick but you ain’t slinky
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| You’re brinky, you’re dinky, you suck my twinkie
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| I don’t give a fuck if you call me a clown
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| Break it on down, it’s murder go round
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| What’cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya If you’re trying to creep, I’d hate to say I never knew ya Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
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| A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
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| I’m laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
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| Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
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| Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
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| Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
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| Swung on his pipe once again for the road
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| «Hold up, dawg,"UH! this shit gets old
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| Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
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| I’m gonna swing my axe to his jaw
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| Where the motherfucker at? |
| Where the motherfucker stay?
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| How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
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| There he sits so I knock on the door
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| Pops opened up… pops hit the floor
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| Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
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| Well, he didn’t do shit, fuck it It’s the murder go round
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| Well, it’s me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
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| Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
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| Tags up all on the bricks
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| Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
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| We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
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| We just some wicked clowns and it’s been like that
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| I don’t understand why some people in town
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| We witness your water still southwest down
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| But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me But I’m the juggalugalocoro, G Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
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| «What I ain’t got shot, bitch?», so now you must
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| Take your ticket for the murder go round
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| Can’t nobody kill a click-clack clown
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| Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
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| Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it Into his head, into his boy’s head
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| Into his boy’s head, his boy’s head, his boy’s head
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| Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
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| Push that old piece of shit in the river
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| The cat and my boys saw five go down
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| Can ya get a free ride? |
| (No, not again)
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| On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
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| Murder go round, murder go round
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| How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
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| Now I’m in a street gang, fifty-five strong
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| Everybody singing that southwest song
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| What can go wrong I mean I’m fuckin’in the haugh?
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| Popping that shit, I’m finna bust you in the mouth
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| Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
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| I don’t give a fuck ya know, bitches I’m a fuck you though
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| But you know the shit had to hit the fan
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| Some gangbanger shot me, man
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| Twice in the forehead, twice in the back
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| Twice in the eye and I’m feeling kinda whack
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| Stumbling along it’s becoming entwined
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| Who’s the next in line?
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| For the murder go round |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Go Round, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Ringmaster, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп