Get Ya Wicked On Lyrics

I punch bitches in their fake titties, he does
I got warrants in like eight cities, he does
I like to murder those provokin', he does
I swing quick and leave a motherf**ker's throat hangin' open

I drink the blood of a street rat, he does
Yo, Monox Boogie,where tha weed at?
I got eighteen plus speed
With a plus two dagger from the Tomb of Horrors, D and D

We cave heads in wit a brick, we do
We f**k hotties with tha same d**k, we do
We eat power lines and generators, we do
One time we shut Detroit City off for like eleven hours

We the wickedest believe that, we do
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that, shit he do
We'll rip your head off and swing it by the hair
Until we get blood everywhere, motherf**ker getcha wicked on

We know you hate who we are but even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get their 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 their wicked on

I'll drive a tank through your high school, he does
I let the Carnival high rule, he does
I get sick like a crime story, he does
Motherf**ker this tha Southwest Side ghetto territory

I can make a fist with your neck in it, he can
I need my medication every twenty minutes, he does
I store dead bodies all up under my house
And every night I hear 'em runnin' their mouth, they gettin' wicked on me

Day days on my black hearse, we do
Clown love Juggalos first, they do
Red and black skullcaps everywhere
With tha fresh face paint and the Twiztid hair

We find peace at the graveyard, we do
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards, we do
So move out of the way and get out of my path
Or we'll saw your head in half, motherf**ker

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