Freestyle Fellowship - Slappy The Happy Killer Clown Lyrics
[Refrain]We finnin' to get these mother*****asEh eh man, what's up nigga? [sirens] You mother*****a! [gunshots]Take that mother*****as![Aceyalone]I creep from out the woodworks, where they can't runJumpin' out a clown car, with a paint gun95 rappers deep, and we still comingMake you want to grab your heat, or maybe keep runningYo baby keep it runnin' we about to regulate!If I ain't back in five minutes, evacuateBlow up the place 'cause I'm sho' 'gon blow the spotI hope my mic's close, 'cause that's all I gotAnd my balls and my words and my many stylesThat's why y'all 'bout to get served right nowI got surveillance, on you and your assailantsI smell the fragrance, of a foul MC flagrantI come for the jabberjaws, and blabbermouthsSplit 'em, tongue and cheek, turn a rapper outInside out show 'em, what you're made ofIt ain't no love, when push comes to shove[Refrain]I supersoak they sucka ass with a rainwater gunClaim that they wanted heat, so I brought 'em someCaught his ass in traffic, remained very calmHit him with a matchstick, and a cherrybombHe ducked the first shot banked into a parking lotHe hit the curb- damn look how high that car can hop!The transmission did a bellyflop on the groundBoth of the front tires blew and he spinned aroundDoors flew open and they all started splittin' upSo I pulled out the babyface and started spittin' upI guess you thought everything was all fine and dandyThat's why I had to lay your ass on this cotton candyAll I remember was.. chaos in the shopping centerA crashed car with little Jack on the antennaAnd all he seen was a clown face in the crowdAnd somebody in his ear laughin' hella loud[Refrain]I caught him at the carnival, on my home turfRight up in the audience, at the Greatest Show on EarthLoaded up the human cannon, and put the homie inShot his ass to his seat, to get his ass again25 gumballs, in a tubesockBeat him like he stole some'm, until the dude droppedTie him up with licorice, he's gettin' a little scratchySlap him up and gag his ass, with a handful of taffyPut him on a unicycle, and send him down a hillPut a nose and wig on him, so we can clown for realGot a problem come to me, or go to BozoKrusty or my homie Homey, and that's fo' sho' though[Refrain]
