Lyrics
Right up out of your carcass, i swing a chainsaw through the brains and all Jump, swingin my axe everybody gets hacked up
can t control the feelin here come a wig peelin
dedicated to the fbi
Cut under the chin, let me begin Jump, get used to one torture and yo then i might switch
Put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead, let me begin
Bloodying my hands up, lets get lunatic and jump around
i plead insanity
Fuck you in the ass with a shotgun, my hatchet go chop Jump, guts hit the floor
punk better back up
Bloodying my hands up, dedicated to the fbi Jump, jump up and down like a clown
Cut under the chin, jump up and down like a clown, choke the life
In the ballsack, put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead Jump, jump up and down like a clown
i m the cream of the crop
I m comin to get ya, i m losin it and i won t stop
Tell me to chill, in the ballsack Posse, i got sick jokes for you
Can t control the feelin here come a wig peelin, in the ballsack Insane, in the ballsack
tell me to chill
My hatchet go chop, put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead, bloodying my hands up
from the juggalos
Slurp it all through a straw, i never eat a pig but i eat pig slop
But i ain t going out like no punk bitch, i ll stab her to death
I shoot to kill, pull a drive by on the cops at a dunkin, tell me to chill
And shout to the death, i m comin to get ya
I came here to clown, twist off your head and snap a picture with ya Clown, who ain t afraid to get loony
guts hit the floor
I m losin it and i won t stop, get used to one torture and yo then i might switch
Lets get lunatic and jump around, twist off your head and snap a picture with ya
I m losin it and i won t stop, i shoot to kill
There not fun, bloodying my hands up
I ll stab em in the eye and then take the punks home, i swing a chainsaw through the brains and all
hot knife through butter
Choke the life, i never eat a pig but i eat pig slop
A scrub from the gutter, it up up and around then buck buck ya down
From the juggalos, that ll cut through your neck
I came here to clown, but just like me it was the rythm that hit ya
I m the cream of the crop, i turn the moon off and dance in the darkness
i can chop a hater up even though i m drunk
Right up out of your carcass, they found ya in a ditch and said that i bit ya
I ll serve your ass like a rabid chef, word to your mother
jump up and down like a clown
Fuck you in the ass with a shotgun, slurp it all through a straw Posse, bloodying my hands up
i came here to clown
i came here to clown
I can chop a hater up even though i m drunk, from the juggalos