Murder Go Round Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

Murder Go Round Lyrics

    What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
    Killed the little prick, him and his chick
    Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
    You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie
    I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
    Break it on down, it's murder go round
    What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
    If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya
    Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
    A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
    I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
    Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
    Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
    Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
    Swung on his pipe once again for the road
    "Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old
    Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
    I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw
    Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
    How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
    There he sits so I knock on the door
    Pops opened up...pops hit the floor
    Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
    Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
    It's the murder go round
    Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
    Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
    Tags up all on the bricks
    Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
    We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
    We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
    I don't understand why some people in town
    We witness your water still southwest down
    But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
    But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G
    Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
    "What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must
    Take your ticket for the murder go round
    Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown
    Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
    Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
    Into his head, into his boy's head
    Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head
    Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
    Push that old piece of shit in the river
    The cat and my boys saw five go down
    Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)
    On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
    Murder go round, murder go round
    How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
    Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
    Everybody singing that southwest song
    What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh?
    Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
    Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
    I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
    But you know the shit had to hit the fan
    Some gangbanger shot me, man
    Twice in the forehead, twice in the back
    Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack
    Stumbling along it's becoming entwined
    Who's the next in line?
    For the murder go round
    Murder go round, murder go round
    How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?

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