Get Your Wicked On

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!