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Insane Clown Posse Never Had It Made

beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made

beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made

still beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made

real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack And it lacks creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'cause the company is sellin' it It's

cord and got it runnin. Turned the blade on The kid workin and blood started gunnin. "What the fuck am I doing?" I dropped the shit and Started cryin. I made it

matress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it,So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it.Opened

started crying I made it down two aisles before some hero clotheslined me I got up, grabbed a shovel and stabbed him in the gut I pulled it out and hammered it

' And teaching real facts Now when some act in rap Is kind of wack And it lacks Creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'Cause the company is sellin' it It

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch. Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a slaughter Maybe