Lyrics Thug Pit - Insane Clown Posse

Thug Pit

[Intro: Layzie Bone,
Violent J
Wicked Wonka
, baby
Halloween!
Hallowicked Wonka!
It’s time, just did eighteen months
I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (
Well what you do then?
I split some craniums in half and caved a few in
Before long I’m standing there alone, I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham
Incoming, I’m running and dropping them bombs
Still gunning, I’m willing and ready for war
Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E and the Kottonmouth Kings
Bring it how we bring it doe for the wicked wonka, Halloween
Smoking hay, hey I’m Violent J hey, we screaming may-day
'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day, we give away hey
But we already millionare rapper hater slappers
Wicked shit believe it though, we tight like alligator snappers
Don’t run dawg, we gun clappers, bitch nigga slappers and ho mackers
City street slicked rappers but better known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham and let it loose to they spine
[Bridge: Judge D,
Shaggy 2 Dope
An we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
It’s wicked when you walking within the thug pit
Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
At this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
Who the motherfucker in the pit talking shit?
(Shit!)
Who the motherfucker that want the wig split?
(Split!)
Who the motherfucker that’s down for the krown?
(Krown!)
Who the motherfucker in here right now?
Shaggy jumps in the pit with these hatchets and swingin' them
Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
Treating fake thugs like a ho, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!)
Now what the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine?
Put your money where your mouth is, I’ll take every dime
Then run down the line, damn right I’m getting mine
With a fine ass bitch, getting head, sipping wine
Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same
Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game (Trick)
Every year we lace the stage with the wickedness
It’s the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us
It’s that nigga that be on blood shit
Tech Nina off in a thug pit
Fuck with the KMK
ICP, Bone and you’ll get drug bitch
Celebrating for Samhein (Witch Killaz)
If you don’t wanna come
With the wickedness, a nigga wanna slam Strange
I don’t wanna hear a damn thang
Mashing off from city to city, we sparking fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties, fucking and sucking on titties
Ducking and dodging the coppers, ain’t no one out there that can stop us
Dropping that shit that be popping, making it hotter and hotter
We man handle them, fucking and crushing on man’s camera
Busting bright red bandanas, bitch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it, wanna show a nigga how she lick it?
Motherfucker this is how we kick it, thug whiling on Hallowicked
And it’s so fine fine, toking all kinds with Tech N9ne
Getting more love, sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It’s motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings
[Hook: Layzie Bone &
Violent J
It ain’t nowhere to run when you in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings!)
It’s wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
It ain’t nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It’s wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
It’s mista sawed off leatherface
I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain
When I step on the plate
Guard your grill, cause when my niggas start to ill
It’s hard to chill
Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real (Skwo)
I ain’t got a million dollars bitch I’m fucking broke
Spending all my change on that endo smoke
All the bitches on the road, scheming for my loot
They get nothing but dick, and a steel-toed boot
Fuck Proof, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady
If I catch him at the shelter I’ma pull his file
Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 Mile
We drinking drank (Drank), we smoking dank (Dank)
Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tank)
We dropping bombs, underground bombs
Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on
[Chorus: Layzie Bone &
Judge D
Violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope
It ain’t nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'
It ain’t nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It’s wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
[Violent J &
Layzie Bone
Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit