| When I get to California…
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| (It's on!!)
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| When I get there…
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| (Suburban Noize!!)
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| When I get to California…
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| Hook me up with one of them chicks,
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| (Psychoathic!!)
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| And when you get to the Mid-West…
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| I’ll hook you up with a Juggalette Y’all!
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| He’s the Visual Assassin with the mask ??? |
| killa
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| Seen him drink a lot but I Have yet to see him spill a drop,
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| He hop to hip-hop in his heart,
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| Try and Battle Pak’he’ll fuckin’tear you’re ass apart,
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| I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo,
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| My flow connect nice like old school Lego’s,
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| «What's up holmes?», just a West-Coast loadie,
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| My Rhyme is nice, slow and stoney,
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| See all these Psycho Bitches gettin’so damn fanatical,
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| FBI got us all listed down as radicals,
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| Government officials takin’life long sabbaticals,
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| Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something classical,
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| I’m with the kings ???,
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| ??? |
| set the record straight,
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| ??? |
| So we come as one to fuck up your town!
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| Suburban Noize Records teamin’up with Psychopathic,
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| Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got your back kid,
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| Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP,
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| D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed,
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| Kottonmouth Kings, and ICP,
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| We from the West,
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| They from the East,
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| With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs,
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| We mast through your city like robotic beasts,
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| ??? |
| Robots followin the masses,
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| I Watch the world through Faygo-fizzin glasses,
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| Kings and the Klowns droppin ??? |
| like acid,
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| Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic,
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| To all Unbelievers who think this is a joke,
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| ??? |
| faygo when you start to choke,
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| In the pit at a show come summertime,
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| A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin mind,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| Two terrors left, You better believe,
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| Kottonmouth Kings,
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| ICP,
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| We from the West,
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| They from the East,
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| Two terrors left, you better believe,
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| Two terrors left, You better believe,
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| Kottonmouth Kings,
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| ICP,
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| We from the West,
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| They from the East,
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| Two terrors left, you better believe,
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| Violent J and Shaggy stepped in the place,
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| And cleared the room out like nuclear waste,
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| Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| They smoke buds, I smoke little white things,
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| I’m a base-head feinding for your change,
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| AAAHHHH!
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| And I’m Strange!
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| So walk in I’ll put you in a torcher rack,
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| And blew your nut bag around like a hacky sack,
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| I told you «Fuck the World"and I meant it,
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| I owe the Government money, but I spent it,
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| I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck,
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| Yo, She probably had syphillis, I give a fuck though,
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| I’m gonna die, Hell we’re all gonna die,
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| You think the juggalo give a damn? |
| Bye!
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| I’m going off like a nuclear time bomb,
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| TICK TICK BOOM! |
| MOTHERFUCKER!,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
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| Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
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| Two terrors You better believe,
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| Kottonmouth Kings,
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| ICP,
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| We from the West,
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| They from the East,
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| Two terrors left, you better believe,
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| Two terrors You better believe,
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| Kottonmouth Kings,
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| ICP,
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| We from the West,
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| They from the East,
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| Two terrors left, you better believe, |