Thug Pit

Layzie Bone
Wicked Wonka, baby

Violent J
Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka....just 18 months

I brought a bat to a mosh-pit
(Well what you do then??)
I split some craniums in half
And caved a few in
Before long I'm standing there alone
I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham

Layzie Bone
In...coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs
Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war
Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E
And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe
For the wicked wonka, Halloween

Violent J
Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day
'Cause Bone and ICP a fking pay-day
We give away hey, but we already millionare rapper
Hater slappers, wicked s**t believe it though
We tight like alligator snappers

Layzie Bone
Don't run dawg, we gun clappers
b*tch nigg* slappers and hoe mackers
City street slicked rappers
But better known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigg* Tech N9ne
c*ck it back for Esham And let it loose to they spine

Judge D
An we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'

sh*ggy 2 Dope
It's wicked when you walking
Within the thug pit

Judge D
Yeah we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'

sh*ggy 2 Dope
At this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split

D-Loc
Who the mothafka in the pit talking s**t? (s**t!)
Who the mothafka that want the wig split? (Split!)
Who the mothafka that's down for the krown? (Krown!)
Who the mothafka in here right now?

sh*ggy 2 Dope
sh*ggy jumps in the pit
With these hatchets and swingin' them
Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
s**t, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc
(Spit!)

D-Loc
What the fk you thinking, you can stop my shine?
Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime
Then run down the line, d*mn right I'm getting mine
With a fine as* b*tch, getting head, sipping wine

sh*ggy 2 Dope
Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same
fk a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game
Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness
It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us

Tech N9ne
It's that nigg* that be on blood s**t
Tech Nina off in a thug pit
fk with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get druged b*tch
Celebrating for Samhein
(Witch Killaz)
If you don't wanna come with the wickedness
A nigg* wanna slam strange
I don't wanna hear a d*mn thang

Jonny Richter
Mashing off from city to city
We smoking fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties
fking and sucking on t*ts
Ducking and dodging the coppers
Ain't no one out that can stop us
Dropping that s**t that be popping
Making it hotter and hotter

Tech N9ne
We man handle them
fking and crushing on man's camera
Busting bright red bandanas
b*tch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it
Wanna show a nigg* how she lick it?
Mothafker this is how we kick it
Thug whiling on Hallowicked

Jonny Richter
Bud so fine fine, toking all kinds
With Tech N9ne, getting more love
Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings

Layzie Bone
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
(Kottonmouth Kings!)

Violent J
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit

Layzie Bone
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug s**t

Violent J
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

Layzie Bone
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit

Violent J
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit

Layzie Bone
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug s**t

Violent J
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

Krayzie Bone
It's mista sawed off leatherface
I bring the pain, and bang a nigg* brain
When I step on the plate
Guard your grill, cause when my start to kill
It's hard to chill
Mothafkers end up in the graveyard for real
(Whoa!)

Daddy-X
I ain't got a million dollars b*tch
I'm fking broke
Spending all my change on that endo smoke
All the girls on the road, scheming for my loot
They get nothing but d*ck, and a steel toed boot

Esham
fk boots, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady
If I catch him at the shelter, I'ma pull his file
Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile

Daddy-X
We drinking drank, drank
We smoking dank, dank
Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks
We dropping bombs, underground bombs
fk the whole industry b*tch, bring them on

Layzie Bone
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit

Judge D
An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'

Layzie Bone
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug s**t

Judge D
Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'

Layzie Bone
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit

Violent J
It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit

Layzie Bone
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug s**t

sh*ggy 2 Dope
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

Violent J
Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you

Layzie Bone
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug s**t
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug s**t