Tech N9ne - Thug Pit lyrics

[Layzie Bone] Wicked Wonka, baby [Violent J] Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka....just 18 months [Violent J] I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then??) I split some craniums in half And caved a few in Before long I'm standing there alone I shut the party down For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham [Layzie Bone] In...coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe For the wicked wonka, Halloween [Violent J] Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day Cause Bone and ICP a f**ing pay-day We give away hey But we already millionare rapper Hater slappers, wicked sh** believe it though We tight like alligator snappers [Layzie Bone] Don't run dawg, we gun clappers b**h n***a slappers and ho mackers City street slicked rappers But better known as wig crackers Lead packers, ask my n***a Tech N9ne co*k it back for Esham And let it loose to they spine [Bridge: Judge D, Shaggy 2 Dope] An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin' [It's wicked when you walking Within the thug pit) Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin' [At this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) [D-Loc] Who the motherf**er in the pit talking sh**? (sh**!) Who the motherf**er that want the wig split? (Split!) Who the motherf**er that's down for the krown? (Krown!) Who the motherf**er in here right now? [Shaggy 2 Dope] Shaggy jumps in the pit With these hatchets and swingin' them Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums sh**, we be illuminati at this thug pit though Treating fake thugs like a ho, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc] What the f** you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime Then run down the line, damn right I'm getting mine With a fine a** b**h, getting head, sipping wine [Shaggy 2 Dope] Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same f** a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us [Tech N9ne] It's that n***a that be on blood sh** Tech Nina off in a thug pit f** with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get drug b**h Celebrating for Samhein (Witch k**az) If you don't wanna come with the wickedness A n***a wanna slam Strange I don't wanna hear a damn thang [Daddy-X] Mashing off from city to city We sparking fifties and fifties Crashing after parties f**ing and s**ing on titties Ducking and dodging the coppers Ain't no one out there that can stop us Dropping that sh** that be popping Making it hotter and hotter [Tech N9ne] We man handle them f**ing and crushing on man's camera Busting bright red bandanas b**h where was your antennas? When I was trying to stick it Wanna show a n***a how she lick it? Motherf**er this is how we kick it Thug whiling on Hallowicked [Jonny Richter] Bud so fine fine, toking all kinds With Tech N9ne, getting more love Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP It's motherf**ing Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings [Hook: Layzie Bone & Violent J] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings!) [It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug sh** [In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit [It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug sh** [In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) [Krayzie Bone] It's mista sawed off leatherface I bring the pain, and bang a n***a brain When I step on the plate Guard your grill, cause when my n***as start to ill It's hard to chill Motherf**ers end up in the graveyard for real (Whoa!) [Daddy-X] I ain't got a million dollars b**h I'm f**ing broke Spending all my change on that endo smoke All the b**hes on the road, scheming for my loot They get nothing but dick, and a steel toed boot [Esham] f** Proof, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady If I catch him at the shelter I'mma pull his file Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile [Daddy-X] We drinking drank (Drank) We smoking dank (Dank) Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tank) We dropping bombs, underground bombs f** the whole industry b**h, bring them on [Hook #2: Layzie Bone & Judge D] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit [An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin') We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug sh** [Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin') [Hook # 1: Layzie Bone & Violent J] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit [It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug sh** [In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) [Violent J] Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you [Layzie Bone] We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug sh** We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug sh**