Insane Clown Posse - Murder Go Round Lyrics

Complimentary "Murder Go Round" Ringtone

[Violent J] 
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 

[Violent J] 
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!!!) 

[Chorus] 
Murder go round, murder go round 
How ya gonna fuck 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 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 

[Chorus]

Complimentary "Murder Go Round" Ringtone

lyrics submitted by Psychopathic Sarah