Chop! Chop! Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

Chop! Chop! Lyrics

    "yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do
    You can be a couple of pleasers
    And take some tweezers
    And bust every hair off my nutsac
    Paste em to your back
    Then jump on the e track
    And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho"


    Juggalos... (repeat)


    Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers
    And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya)
    Kick the clown in the forehead
    And i'm jugglin jugglin your head (jed)
    You big fat redneck money-ass hick
    I'm a city slicker
    And i'm coming to getcha, hit ya
    And the carnivals gonna get with ya
    Oh, i might as well mention
    That i come from another dimension
    You never seen nothing like this, boy
    Magic acts of pain and joy
    Keystone come and try to get me
    But i pack a french curler with me
    Ha, and the officer let me off quick
    Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit
    Heh, picture that (that)
    Packin' a magic wand and a top hat
    Cuz some gotta stop
    Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop!!!


    Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)
    Chop chop
    Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)
    Got to be funky


    Detroit's air is toxic
    My eyeball's popped out they sockets
    And fried in the street like a steakum
    ....shake em, bake em
    Break em off something from the smoke stack
    I been breathing all my life so i'm dying anyway
    I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
    My arm fell off and bounced on the floor
    Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley)
    And we stopping in sunny valley
    Jumping up and down on richie's head
    And i'm gonna jump until he's finally dead
    Jump jump jump jump...
    They got no love yet they got control
    They'll never touch my funky soul
    Street top bull it sent chop
    Now we can run or we can walk
    Either way some gotta stop
    Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop


    Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)
    Chop chop
    Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)
    Got to be funky


    Wicked clown, wicked clown what's up come's down
    Before my nuts go soft juggle them around
    Bitch wanna join the carnival circus
    Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this
    I gotta catch these carnival thrills
    Rude boy empty heads i drill
    Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels
    An axe to the forehead usually kills
    If this ain't hell, i can't tell
    Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails
    If i juggle ya call me a juggla
    I'm a nap burgler voodoo smuggler
    See i got the symptoms of insanity
    I'm down with j from the icp
    I'm down with him and he's down with me
    So if we gotta chop c-h-o-p
    Running down the block, someone hit me with a rock
    And my brains all over the street
    But i'm a wicked clown and i'm up and down
    And all over this esham beat
    So if i gotta chop then i guess i gotta chop
    If i chop then i gotta chop chop
    You can never stop sucker, you can never drop wicked
    Clowns cuz we love to chop chop!!!


    Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)
    Chop chop
    Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)
    Got to be funky
    Chop chop


    I'm gonna ride this wicked footy

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