murder go round lyrics – insane clown posse

murder go round

[violent j]
what can i say man i hit him with the brick
killed the little pr*ck him and his chick
tried to be slick but you ain’t slinky
you’re brinky you’re d*nky you suck my twinkie
i don’t give a f*ck 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, motherf*cker, 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 sh*t gets old
now i walk the streets with a shattered skull
i’m gonna swing my axe to his jaw
where the motherf*cker at? where the motherf*cker stay?
how ya gonna f*ck with the juggla jay-ay-ay
there he sits so i knock on the door
pops opened up… pops h*t the floor
then i chop chop pops twice in his nugget
well, he didn’t do sh*t, f*ck it
it’s the murder go round

[violent j]
well, it’s me and my mellow mellow roll on military
g*ngb*ngers g*ngb*ngers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
tags up all on the bricks
latin count, x-men, cfp and all that sh*t
we love g*ngb*ngers 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 motherf*cker 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, b*tch?”, so now you must
take your ticket for the murder go round
can’t n*body 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 f*cks in the trunk on deliver
push that old piece of sh*t 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 f*ck with a wicked clown?

[violent j]
now i’m in a street gang, fifty-five strong
everybody singing that southwest song
what can go wrong i mean i’m f*ckin’ in the haugh?
popping that sh*t, i’m finna bust you in the mouth
n*body f*cks with a jokero juggalo
i don’t give a f*ck ya know, b*tches i’m a f*ck you though
but you know the sh*t had to hit the fan
some g*ngb*nger 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


/ insane clown posse lyrics