Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wickit Klowns, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song High Society, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Wickit Klowns |
When I get to California… |
(It's on!!) |
When I get there… |
(Suburban Noize!!) |
When I get to California… |
Hook me up with one of them chicks, |
(Psychoathic!!) |
And when you get to the Mid-West… |
I’ll hook you up with a Juggalette Y’all! |
He’s the Visual Assassin with the mask ??? |
killa |
Seen him drink a lot but I Have yet to see him spill a drop, |
He hop to hip-hop in his heart, |
Try and Battle Pak’he’ll fuckin’tear you’re ass apart, |
I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo, |
My flow connect nice like old school Lego’s, |
«What's up holmes?», just a West-Coast loadie, |
My Rhyme is nice, slow and stoney, |
See all these Psycho Bitches gettin’so damn fanatical, |
FBI got us all listed down as radicals, |
Government officials takin’life long sabbaticals, |
Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something classical, |
I’m with the kings ???, |
??? |
set the record straight, |
??? |
So we come as one to fuck up your town! |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
Suburban Noize Records teamin’up with Psychopathic, |
Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got your back kid, |
Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP, |
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed, |
Kottonmouth Kings, and ICP, |
We from the West, |
They from the East, |
With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs, |
We mast through your city like robotic beasts, |
??? |
Robots followin the masses, |
I Watch the world through Faygo-fizzin glasses, |
Kings and the Klowns droppin ??? |
like acid, |
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic, |
To all Unbelievers who think this is a joke, |
??? |
faygo when you start to choke, |
In the pit at a show come summertime, |
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin mind, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
Two terrors left, You better believe, |
Kottonmouth Kings, |
ICP, |
We from the West, |
They from the East, |
Two terrors left, you better believe, |
Two terrors left, You better believe, |
Kottonmouth Kings, |
ICP, |
We from the West, |
They from the East, |
Two terrors left, you better believe, |
Violent J and Shaggy stepped in the place, |
And cleared the room out like nuclear waste, |
Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings, |
They smoke buds, I smoke little white things, |
I’m a base-head feinding for your change, |
AAAHHHH! |
And I’m Strange! |
So walk in I’ll put you in a torcher rack, |
And blew your nut bag around like a hacky sack, |
I told you «Fuck the World"and I meant it, |
I owe the Government money, but I spent it, |
I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck, |
Yo, She probably had syphillis, I give a fuck though, |
I’m gonna die, Hell we’re all gonna die, |
You think the juggalo give a damn? |
Bye! |
I’m going off like a nuclear time bomb, |
TICK TICK BOOM! |
MOTHERFUCKER!, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
It’s the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns, |
Blowin’Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings, |
Two terrors You better believe, |
Kottonmouth Kings, |
ICP, |
We from the West, |
They from the East, |
Two terrors left, you better believe, |
Two terrors You better believe, |
Kottonmouth Kings, |
ICP, |
We from the West, |
They from the East, |
Two terrors left, you better believe, |