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Intro
Rollin' over
Hell muth*fkin' yeah b*tch
Hatchet chop straight to your muth*fkin' face
Rollin' over
I look up, there's still so far to go
Wicked clowns got that real s**t
What up, dawg
Verse 1
I come floatin' in this b*tch with some wings like a pegasus,
Got a shiny as* V on my chest, wut up?
I'm Violent J the clown, I'm goofy for a second,
But when your b*tch's headless I'm on top of her naked
You know my status, I'm juggalatis
And we the baddest here to sever your melon
It's wicked s**t that we sellin'
We off the track
Now give your b*tch as* a b*tch slap
Now nobody never steppin' down
We 'bout to enter second round
Running backwards on the walls
sh*ggy 2 Dope in this muth*fka
You talkin' through your b*tt cause silence is for suckers
So I'm out there throughout the year
I'm right here, don't stare like a b*tch, b*tch buy me a beer
Nobody wicked like me, I do this terrifically
And my muth*fkin' pimp slap will knock down a tree
So clown love b*tch, I seen that tat on your t*tes
We forever on tour, clown love in your city.
Chorus
Rollin' over
I look up, there's still so far to go, so much time
Rollin' over
I look up, there's still so far to go, it's yo time
Rollin' over
I look up, there's still so far to go, so much time,
Rollin' over
I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.
Verse 2
I got three bodies stuffed in my trunk
I'm blowin' red lights and I'm blowin' heads off
Before I'm read any rights
Baby I'm outlaw, painted up and packin' the bombs
I stomp preps in the streets and sound fire alarms
b*tch run for your life
We keep it wicked and scary
And we welcome to our world anything that you bury
I throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls
And got a three foot d*ck for all your chick jaws
Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle someone
Maybe it's a custom, gotta get it done
I live like that, spirits haunting me like that,
I'm lost in the ouija board, ain't never comin back.
Ooh ooh drink some liqour, I don't care
When it comes to paranormals, get up outta here
They try to speak to me, I say don't bother
I'm doin' somethin else, I'm rollin' over
Chorus
I can red moon boogie woogie, walk on wind
I throw a kick from across the street and bust yo chin
I know magic, Houdini woulda hound dogged my balls
I've been known to cast illusions throughout Shangri-La walls
I keep it blood, me and my buddy beyond nutty
Make nuns act sl*tty, Mad rich and never studdy
fk off!. We fantabolous, Grabbin' our nuts
Droppin' brand new wicked s**t, Rappers-R-Us
Chorus
(Skit)
Bouncer: Alright you, you and you come on
You too baby come here, go on in come on
sh*ggy 2 Dope: Hey man!
B: What?
S: Yeah man, I just came here to dance
B: Naw we got a dress code up in here dogg
S: I can't dance up in here?
B: Man you ain't even got a shirt on! You got on one shoe!
I don't know what you trying to do
S: I CAN DANCE b*tch!
B: Man you gonna have to back your as* up away from the line..
S: I CAN DANCE LIKE A MOTHERfker DON'T GET SERVED!
B: Man step your ass..
S: I WILL SERVE YOU PUNK as* b*tch!
B: Step back away from the line
S: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, KICK ME OUT ON THE STREETS?