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Freestyle Fellowship - Slappy the Happy Killer Clown lyrics
[Refrain] We finnin' to get these motherfuckas Eh eh man, what's up nigga? [sirens] You motherfucka! [gunshots] Take that motherfuckas! [Aceyalone] I creep from out the woodworks, where they can't run Jumpin' out a clown car, with a paint gun 95 rappers deep, and we still coming Make you want to grab your heat, or maybe keep running Yo baby keep it runnin' we about to regulate! If I ain't back in five minutes, evacuate Blow up the place 'cause I'm sho' 'gon blow the spot I hope my mic's close, 'cause that's all I got And my balls and my words and my many styles That's why y'all 'bout to get served right now I got surveillance, on you and your assailants I smell the fragrance, of a foul MC flagrant I come for the jabberjaws, and blabbermouths Split 'em, tongue and cheek, turn a rapper out Inside out show 'em, what you're made of It ain't no love, when push comes to shove [Refrain] I supersoak they sucka ass with a rainwater gun Claim that they wanted heat, so I brought 'em some Caught his ass in traffic, remained very calm Hit him with a matchstick, and a cherrybomb He ducked the first shot banked into a parking lot He hit the curb- damn look how high that car can hop! The transmission did a bellyflop on the ground Both of the front tires blew and he spinned around Doors flew open and they all started splittin' up So I pulled out the babyface and started spittin' up I guess you thought everything was all fine and dandy That's why I had to lay your ass on this cotton candy All I remember was.. chaos in the shopping center A crashed car with little Jack on the antenna And all he seen was a clown face in the crowd And somebody in his ear laughin' hella loud [Refrain] I caught him at the carnival, on my home turf Right up in the audience, at the Greatest Show on Earth Loaded up the human cannon, and put the homie in Shot his ass to his seat, to get his ass again 25 gumballs, in a tubesock Beat him like he stole some'm, until the dude dropped Tie him up with licorice, he's gettin' a little scratchy Slap him up and gag his ass, with a handful of taffy Put him on a unicycle, and send him down a hill Put a nose and wig on him, so we can clown for real Got a problem come to me, or go to Bozo Krusty or my homie Homey, and that's fo' sho' though [Refrain] |
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