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Lyrics for Chop Chop by Insane Clown Posse:
| | | Artist: | Insane Clown Posse |
| | Album: | Beverly Kills 50187 | | Track: | Chop Chop | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 221 | | | | Lyrics: | Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do
You can be a couple of pleasers
And take some
tweezers
And bust every hair off my nutsac
Paste em to your back
Then jump on the
E track
And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho"
Juggalos...
Hey, hey,
it's the wicked jokers
And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya)
Kick the
clown in the forehead
And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (Jed)
You big fat redneck
money-ass hick
I'm a city slicker
And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya
And the
carnivals gonna get with ya
Oh, I might as well mention
That I come from another
dimension
You never seen nothing like this, boy
Magic acts of pain and joy
Keystone come and try to get me
But I pack a French curler with me
Ha, and the
officer let me off quick
Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit
Heh, picture
that (that)
Packin' a magic wand and a top hat
Cuz some gotta stop
Or the wicked
clowns are gonna CHOP CHOP!!!
Blank free screen and chop chop chop
Chop chop
Detroit's air is toxic
My eyeball's popped out they sockets
And fried in the
street like a steakum
....Shake em, bake em
Break em off something from the smoke stack
I been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway
I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
My arm fell off and bounced on the floor
Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley)
And we stopping in Sunny Valley
Jumping up and down on richie's head
And I'm gonna
jump until he's finally dead
Jump jump jump jump...
They got no love yet they got
control
They'll never touch my funky soul
Street top bull it sent chop
Now we can
run or we can walk
Either way some gotta stop
Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop
Blank free screen and chop chop chop
Chop chop
Wicked clown, wicked
clown what's up come's down
Before my nuts go soft juggle them around
Bitch wanna join
the carnival circus
Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this
I gotta catch these
carnival thrills
Rude Boy empty heads I drill
Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels
An axe to the forehead usually kills
If this ain't hell, I can't tell
Hang my body
on a cross with some rusty nails
If I juggle ya call me a juggla
I'm a nap burgler
voodoo smuggler
See I got the symptoms of insanity
I'm down with J of the ICP
I'm
down with him and he's down with me
So if we gotta chop C-H-O-P
Running down the block,
someone hit me with a rock
And my brains all over the street
But I'm a wicked clown and
I'm up and down
And all over this Esham beat
So if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta
chop
If I chop then I gotta chop chop
You can never stop sucker, you can never drop
wicked
Clowns cuz we love to CHOP CHOP!!!
Blank free screen and chop chop chop
Chop chop
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