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Lyrics for 'Get Your Wicked On' by 'Insane Clown Posse'
I Punch Bitches In The Fake Tities/he Does/ I Got Warrants In Like 8 Cities/ He Dies/ I Like Yo Muder Those Provokin'/ He Does/
I Swing Quick An Dleave A Motherfuckin' Throat Hangin' Open, I Drink The Blood Of Street Rat/ He Does/ Yo Monox Boogie,
Where The Weed At? I Got Plus Speed/ Uh Huh/ With A Plus 2 Dagger From The Tomb Of Horrors D&d/ We Cave Heads In With A Brick
We Do/ We Fuck Hotties With The Same Dick/ We Do/ We Eat Power Lines And Generators/ We Do/ One Time We Shut Detroit City Out For Like 11 Hours
We The Wickedest Belive That/ We Do/ Stevie Wonder Bra Can See That/ Shit He Do/ We'll Rip Your Head Off
Swing It By The Hair Until We Get Blood Everywhere/ Mudda Fucker Getcha Wicked On!
We Know You Hate Who We Are; But Even In Shangri-la A Wicked Clown Gotta Get They Wicked On!
Jd The Weed Man With The Juggalo Crip Walk
We Know You Hate Who We Are; But Even In Shangri-la A Wicked Clown Gotta Get They Wicked On!
I'll Drive Tank Through Your Highschool/ He Does/ I Let The Carnival High Rule/ He Does/ I Get
Sick Like A Crime Story/ He Does/ Motherfucker, This Is The Shouthwest Side Ghettoe Territory/ I Can
Make A Fist With Your Neck In It/ He Can/ I Need My Medication Every 20 Minutes/ He Does/ I Store
Dead Bodies All Up Under My House, And Every Night I Hear 'em Runnin' They Mouth Gettin' Wicked On Me
Day-days On My Black Hearse/ We Do/ Clown Love Juggalos First/ They Do/ Red And Black
Skullcaps Everywhere, With The Freash Face Paint Contacts And The Twiztid Hair/ We Find Peace At The
Graveyard/ We Do/ Me And The Wraith Sit And Play Cards/ They Do/ So Move Out Of Our
Way. And Get Out Of My Path, Or We'll Saw Your Head In Half/ Motherfucker, Getcha Wicked On!
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