| Lyrics: | "Comaley, get up. Let's go."
"What?"
"Well, it's your lucky day today, pal. You're free."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Let's go."
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"Yup, governor's
pardoned you. Now come on, let's get the fuck
out of here."
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you
serious!?"
"Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
fuckin day, you
fall for it. Fuckin stupid ass."
Wicked clown!
When I get out, I'm going home to
southwest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it like an insane
chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be able to walk
When I get out, I'm a run around town
naked
Cuz my freedom feels good, I can't fake it
I let my nuts flop to the hip-hop
I
wanna chop chop punk cop flip flop
When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She
gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder
block
And I'm a chew it on up to the last rock
When I get out, I'm putting on my new
shoes
But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos
And them wizaby shorts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine like a G
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked
clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
When I get out, I'm going to the festivals
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicles
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm coming back around, the wicked clown
When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!
I j |
