| Abracadabra, stab you up bloody
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| I’m the big duke, smear your ass like putty
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| That’s one thing I ain’t never done was study
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| Fuck my meds, I’m about to go nutty
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| If we was in prison I’d rape your anus
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| With this broomstick, not my penis
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| I do a drive by on a pogo stick
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| As I’m getting my dick sucked, no bullshit
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| I clown motherfuckers, pie to the face
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| Probation officers, I lie to they face
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| I sell fake dope, and you still buy it
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| I even tell you it’s fake
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| «I'll still try it»
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| I’ll slap your ass, and leave you snoring
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| Still laid out same spot next morning
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| I’m a serial killer, pound for pound
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| You fuck with a Juggalo: you get clowned
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| Get clowned
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| Pie to your face
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| Get clowned
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| Foot up your anus
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| Get clowned
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| Nuts on your chin
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| Then we do it again bitch
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| You get clowned
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| Get clowned
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| Pie to your face
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| Get clowned
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| Foot up your anus
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| Get clowned
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| Nuts on your chin
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| And the shit don’t end bitch
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| You get clowned
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| I’m Shaggy the clown
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| My foot swing around
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| Put your nuts so far up your ass
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| They’re never found
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| Now eyeballs in the microwave grow fatter
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| Until they finally splatter
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| How do I know this? |
| It don’t matter
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| When I pulls out my axe hoes scatter
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| Cause in my head I hear the drums of war
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| Next thing you know, I comes to your door
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| And I kicks it in, the shit begin
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| Take a knife to the chicken and I sticks it in
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| Plug the feathers
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| Cut your tethers
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| Everybody run free
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| Dumping in a humvee
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| Mass pandemonium all around
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| Innocent victim dying on the ground
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| Hold him close as his heart slow down
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| And then whisper in his ear hole, «YOU GOT CLOWNED!»
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| I paint my face like my brothers and sisters
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| We’re misunderstood by these others, they diss us
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| Truth is these haters want to love us and kiss us
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| Cause they’re secretly hound dogs, we shove’em when they piss us off
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| We gotta clown these hoes
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| Stick our big clown shoes all up their assholes
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| Cause when our wagons come to town
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| We only pick up the found, bitch
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| So get clowned |