Insane Clown Posse - Knock 2 Dis Mix lyrics

A little mix of the old sh** Somethin' for you to knock down the block to Juggalo Love..... (Violent J) Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house of horrors You born in a barn? Shut the f**kin door You see, damn, cause I'm about to scare you ...Okay now I dare you Close your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to ten Don't wanna, huh, cause you know my nuts are going in I'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off, and stick it in your bu*t ...and glue it shut This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something ...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it scares you cause people don't be doing that sh** But me...b**h...I'm all about it... Guess what I'm a serial k**er, it's a bad habit I k**ed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit, Cut the lights, see that sh**, I'm glowing Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where you going? Welcome to the house of horrors (Shaggy 2 Dope) La di da we gotta protest that Some rock and roll ninja bit the head off a rat Let's march in his concert and chant him to hell Cause he's so f**kin TERRIBLE! Meanwhile his record sells double and triple Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nipple Religious? sh**, you helped them bands Instead of helpin them poor people eatin outta them garbage cans When your done with that b**h come protest me Shiiiiit motherf**ka I could use the money The whole world was cryin when Kurt went kabang When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe I should do that sh** so J can get paid If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me If I was shooting star I be like shooooom If I was a fat b**hes thong I'd be like hell nah If I was a hotties thong I'd be like ahh If I was a cuss word I'd just be like, f**k If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup If I was a bu*thole I'd just be an exit If I was the DOC I'd be like "man this is bull sh**" If I was your tires on your car I'd be like... If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh f**k If I was a balloon I'd be like.... If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be f**king Joe Bruce If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103 If I was a richie a** b**h I'd be like, um ok If I was Spin magazine I'd put a mirror on the cover and be like f**k us and all our readers, even this motherf**ker If I was your mental stress I'd be catching up If I was your headaches every now and then I'd be like thuuummmp If I was your tounge I'd be hatin' your teeth I'd be like Ah why do you always bite me every time we eat? If I was a chair I'd be like sit here and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair If I was your muffler I'd be like shhh quietly Iif I was a price tag I'd be like you ain't buyin me If I was a fresh DJ I'd be like... If I was Jam Master J I'd be like... If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like... If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll I I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like... If I was your dead uncle I'd be like... If I was a rain drop I'd just be like.... and I was an axe in your neck I might say chop Hey Mike, Mike, MIKE! Turn it up, right about now Welcome everyone to the big show Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads Show respect you's amongst the dead Don't like bigots and richy boy f**ks Ain't sh** changed b**h check nuts Detroit, Southwest murderers die The greatest spectacle under the sky (Violent J) Five cards came and made they mark From moon you gone down Patton Park F**k your drum kits, xylophone, cello I'm a wicked clown b**h hello Everbody come jump in our ride Bring you and your fat a** b**h inside Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze Can't nobody get with these, motha f**ka BRING IT ON! (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it (Violent J) Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial k**ers with style Fashion of the 2000s and beyond Voodoo, chicken and magical wands "Let's meet contestant number one.He's a skitsofrantic, serial k**er clown, who says, "woman love his s**y smile" Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon. Sharon, what's your question?" "Contestant number one,I believe first impressions last forever. So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house and have dinner with me and my family. Tell me what you would do to make that first impression really stick" (Violent J) Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think about it I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it I'd probably just show up naked like I always do And lick your momma in the eye and tell her, "F**K YOU!!!" Hurry up b**h, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti I'd pinch her loopy a** and tell her, "Get the food ready!" Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed I'd have to walk up and bust him in his f**king lips! It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits After that, your dad will try to jump again And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin After you mom does the dishes and the silverware I'd try f**k her till I nut in my underwear (Shaggy 2 Dope) The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a motherf**king dick He sits on his bench and get's all the respect But if I get a chance, I'm going straight for the neck He walked in the room, and everybody rose Lopped off bucket chilling underneath my clothes First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit But what this piggy don't know Is he's about to get his neck wet Now I seen the bailiff, I'm thinking what the f**k? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid Will pick it up Old-a** man, I let him get away That tired motherf**ker will probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are blood red with a wicked looking face He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die So I racked on the bucket, made it f**king rain pork rinds (Chorus) Three little piggies to make that piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun (no!) I might choose an ax (yes!) The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back Me and my axe will give your forehead a bu*tcrack My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain (Chorus 2x) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye