Chop! Chop! - Insane Clown Posse

Then you know what you can do

You can be a couple of pleasers

And take some tweezers

And bust every hair on my nutsack

Paste 'em to your back

Then jump on the E-Track

And suck my dick exactly where it’s at, ho

«Yay for the clown!»

«Yay for the clown!»

«Yay for the clown!»

«Yay for the clown!»

Juggles, juggles, juggles, juggles

Juggles, juggles, juggles, juggles

Hey, Hey it’s the wicked jokers

And we’re coming to the valley and we’ll smoke ya (Choke ya)

Kick the clown in the forehead

And I’m juggling juggling your head

(Jed) You big fat redneck muddy ass hick

I’m a city slicker

And I’m comin' to get ya, hit ya

And the Carnival’s gonna get wit' ya

Oh, I might as well mention

That I come from another dimension

You never seen nothing like this boy

(Magic axe of pain and joy)

Keystone copper try to get me

But I pack a French curler with me

And the officer let me off quick

Here’s a Dunkin double-dip, you fat piece of shit

Heh, picture that (That)

Packing a magic wand and a top hat

Because somthin' gotta stop

Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and (Chop, chop!)

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky)

Detroit’s air is toxic

My eyeballs popped out they sockets

And fried in the street like a Steak Umm

Break em off something from the smoke stack

I’ve been breathing all my life so I’m dying anyway

I’m nothing but a radiation freak show

My arm fell off and it bounced on the floor

Carnival left out the alley (Alley, alley)

And we stoppin' in Sunny Valley

(Jumpin up and down on a richie’s head)

And now I’m gonna jump till he’s finally dead

(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)

(He's flatlining! He’s flatlining! He’s flatlining!)

They got no love yet they got control

They’ll never touch my funky soul

Street top bullets and chalk

Now we can run or we can walk

Either way somethin' gotta stop

Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop (Chop, chop!)

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky)

Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown, what’s up comes down

Before my nuts go soft juggle 'em around

Bitch, wanna join the carnival circus

Grab my ding-a-ling and jerk and jerk this

I gotta catch these carnival thrills.

New born (seibab) heads I drill

Chills, thrills, bigots writing wills

An axe to the forehead usually kills

If this ain’t hell, I can’t tell

Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails

If I juggle ya, call me a juggala

I’m a nap burgala, voodoo smuggla

See I got the symptoms of insanity

I’m down with J from the ICP

I’m down with him and he’s down with me

So if we gotta chop, C-H-O-P

Running down the block someone hit me with a rock

And my brains all over the street

But I’m a wicked clown and I’m up and down

All over this Esham beat

So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop

If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop

But you could never stop sucker, you could never drop

Wicked clowns cause you know we love to CHOP, CHOP

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop (Chop, chop!)

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop

(Got to be funky) (Chop, chop!)

(Got to be funky) I’m gonna ride this, wicked funky

(Got to be funky) I’m gonna ride this, wicked funky

(Got to be funky) I’m gonna ride this, wicked funky

(Got to be funky) Chop!

Chop!

(Got to be funky) I’m gonna ride this, wicked funky

(Got to be funky) I’m gonna ride this, wicked funky

(Got to be funky) I’m gonna ride this, wicked funky

(Got to be funky) Chop!

Chop!

(Got to be funky)

(Got to be funky)

(Got to be funky)

(Got to be funky)