Insane Clown Posse - Knock 2 Dis Mix Lyrics
A little mix of the old shitSomethin' for you to knock down the block toJuggalo Love.....(Violent J)Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house of horrorsYou born in a barn? Shut the *****in doorYou see, damn, cause I'm about to scare you...Okay now I dare youClose your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to tenDon't wanna, huh, cause you know my nuts are going inI'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off,and stick it in your butt...and glue it shutThis is when I get crazy, lemme show you something...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, hahaBut it scares you cause people don't be doing that shitBut me...*****...I'm all about it...Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habitI killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit,Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowingAlright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where you going?Welcome to the house of horrors(Shaggy 2 Dope)La di da we gotta protest thatSome rock and roll ninja bit the head off a ratLet's march in his concert and chant him to hellCause he's so *****in TERRIBLE!Meanwhile his record sells double and tripleCause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nippleReligious? Shit, you helped them bandsInstead of helpin them poor peopleeatin outta them garbage cansWhen your done with that ***** come protest meShiiiiit mother*****a I could use the moneyThe whole world was cryin when Kurt went kabangWhen Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thangRapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mentionRocker blows his face off and becomes a legendHeroin and a shot gun and a hero was madeMaybe I should do that shit so J can get paidIf I was your tv I'd be like, look at meIf I was shooting star I be like shooooomIf I was a fat *****es thong I'd be like hell nahIf I was a hotties thong I'd be like ahhIf I was a cuss word I'd just be like, *****If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like supIf I was a butthole I'd just be an exitIf I was the DOC I'd be like man this is bull shitIf I was your tires on your car I'd be like...If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh *****If I was a balloon I'd be like....If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be *****ing Joe BruceIf I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103If I was a richie ass ***** I'd be like, um okIf I was Spin magazine I'd put a mirror on the coverand be like ***** us and all our readers, even this mother*****erIf I was your mental stress I'd be catching upIf I was your headaches every now and thenI'd be like thuuummmpIf I was your tounge I'd be hatin' your teeth I'd be likeAh why do you always bite me every time we eat?If I was a chair I'd be like sit hereand if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hairIf I was your muffler I'd be like shhh quietlyIif I was a price tag I'd be like you ain't buyin meIf I was a fresh DJ I'd be like...If I was Jam Master J I'd be like...If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like...If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'llI I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like...If I was your dead uncle I'd be like...If I was a rain drop I'd just be like....and I was an axe in your neck I might say chopHey Mike, Mike, MIKE!Turn it up, right about nowWelcome everyone to the big showJake and Jack, and the dark carnivalRemove your hats or we'll cut off your headsShow respect you's amongst the deadDon't like bigots and richy boy *****sAin't shit changed ***** check nutsDetroit, Southwest murderers dieThe greatest spectacle under the sky(Violent J)Five cards came and made they markFrom moon you gone down Patton Park***** your drum kits, xylophone, celloI'm a wicked clown ***** helloEverbody come jump in our rideBring you and your fat ass ***** insideWagons, tents are swift as a breezeCan't nobody get with these, motha *****aBRING IT ON!(Chorus)Bring it, bring it, bring itBring it, bring it, bring it, bring itBring it, bring it, bring it, bring itBring it, bring it, bring it, bring itBring it, bring it, bring it, bring itBring it, bring it, bring it, bring itBring it, bring itBring it, bring it(Violent J)Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with styleFashion of the 2000s and beyondVoodoo, chicken and magical wandsLet's meet contestant number oneHe's a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown, who says, woman love his sexy smileLet's find out if his charm will work on SharonSharon, what's your question?Contestant number one, I believe first impressions last foreverSo let's say you were to come over to my parent's houseAnd have dinner with me and my familyTell me what you would do to make that first impression really stick(Violent J)Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think about itI might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt itI'd probably just show up ***** like I always doAnd lick your momma in the eye and tell her, ***** YOU!!!Hurry up *****, I'm hungry, I smell spaghettiI'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her, Get the food ready!Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissedI'd have to walk up and bust him in his *****ing lips!It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your motherI pull a forty out and pour some for your little brotherI'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you thisYou know for only thirteen, she got some big titsAfter that, your dad will try to jump againAnd only this time, I'd put the forty to his chinAfter you mom does the dishes and the silverwareI'd try ***** her till I nut in my underwear(Shaggy 2 Dope)The second little piggy, his house is made of brickAnd this little piggy is a mother*****ing dickHe sits on his bench and get's all the respectBut if I get a chance, I'm going straight for the neckHe walked in the room, and everybody roseLopped off bucket chilling underneath my clothesFirst they let the piggy, now you can finally sitBut what this piggy don't knowIs he's about to get his neck wetNow I seen the bailiff, I'm thinking what the *****?I can smoke this room before his hearing aidWill pick it upOld-ass man, I let him get awayThat tired mother*****er will probably die tomorrow anywayHere come the piggy, it's time for my caseHis eyes are blood red with a wicked looking faceHe saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to dieSo I racked on the bucket, made it *****ing rain pork rinds(Chorus)Three little piggies to make that piggy pieThere's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy dieI might choose a gun (no!)I might choose an ax (yes!)The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacksMy axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walkMe and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalkMy axe is my buddy, he always makes me laughMe and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in halfMy axe is my buddy, and when I wind him backMe and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrackMy axe is my buddy, I never leave without himMe and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain(Chorus 2x)Everybody everybody everybody runMurdering murdering murdering funSwing swing swingChop chop chopSwing swing swingChop chop chopMy axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongsMe and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawnsMy axe is my buddy, he never makes me cryMe and my axe will leave a divot for your eye(TYLENOL INTERLUDE)
