| Here it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
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| Sagging
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| Lagging
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| Dead bodies dragging
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| On a piece of string
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| They flop around and fling
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| Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing
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| It’s the Insane Clown Posse coming through
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| Looking for the hickies
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| And the prickies
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| And your ass, too
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| Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car
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| Don’t matter who you are
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| We going straight to Hell
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| And it ain’t far, Mr. mathers
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| You seem to be the killjoy
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| So get your ass in, fat boy
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| You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
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| With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
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| And get your motherfucking windpipe chopped off
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| And your funky ass body gets dropped off
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| In the gutter, the wheels keep rolling
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| Throwing heads out the back
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| Nugget bowling from the…
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| (Chorus)
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Are you down with the clown, with clown love, ride the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Don’t miss your chance
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| (Violent J)
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| The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
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| I found an old dead corpse in the trunk
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| next to the spare tire
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| And it’s muffling the sounds
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| Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds
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| Yo, some say it’s just a hearse
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| But it’s much worse
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| It’s an old dark bucket with a clown curse
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| Long, dark, very spooky scary
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| I drink an old 40 bottle full of Bloody Mary
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| Why? |
| Cause I’m Violent J, sick in the nugbone
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| I make strange sounds
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| Clowns with frowns
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| Break it on down
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| Break it up till the break of dawn
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| Look out your window, it’s the wagon in your front lawn
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| Ah, boom, aboockaboomba
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| We do the dance of the death until you get to the car
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| And then I pull your tongue and out slap ya in the face with it
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| Say the Joker did it
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| In the…
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| (Chorus)
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| If you gotta minute why don’t you stop on in and ride the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| I’m a dead body so you know I love riding in the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Now, here’s your chance
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| (Violent J)
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| We don’t do drive-by's in the wagon
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| Instead we just get out and stab your fucking ass
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| And it ain’t no telling how many clowns inside
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| Told you seventeen, but I lied
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| Cause I’m wicked and I’m wild, wicked wild
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| I caught a wild deer, rode it home from Bell Isle
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| I play the organ like an old mental case
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| I can freak the cello, like Chris Kelly on bass
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| In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window
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| And when I roll the window down, you can smell indo
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| But it ain’t mine, it belongs to a stiff over there
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| Puffing on a Jim Square
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| Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling
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| Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling
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| Out the back with your neck in a rut
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| Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my…
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| (Chorus)
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| Your mama is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| If you missed your bus, don’t be afriad,
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| come and ride the…
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| Wagon! |
| Wagon! |
| Dead bodies dragging
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| It’s your last chance |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wagon Wagon , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Ringmaster, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп