Murder Go Round - Insane Clown Posse

What can I say man I hit him with the brick

Killed the little prick him and his chick

Tried to be slick but you ain't no slinky

You're brinky you're dinky you suck my twinkie

I don't give a f**k if you call me a clown

Break it on down it's murder go round

What'cha dishing out I betcha ya it comes back to ya

If you're trying to creep I'd hate to say I never knew ya

Once upon a time in the ghetto zone

A ten-foot lead pipe slapped on my dome

I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head

Excuse me motherf**ker was it something I said

Forks up forks down man forks sideways

Then he grabbed my finger and he said Crime pays

Swung on his pipe once again for the road

Hold up dawg uh this sh*t gets old

Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull

I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw

Where the motherf**ker at Where the motherf**ker stay

How ya gonna f**k with the juggla Jay-ay-ay

There he sits so I knock on the door

Pops opened up pops hit the floor

Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget

Well he didn't do sh*t f**k it it's the murder go round

Murder go round murder go round

How ya gonna f**k with a wicked clown

Murder go round murder go round

How ya gonna f**k with a wicked clown

Murder go round murder go round

How ya gonna f**k with a wicked clown

Murder go round murder go round

How ya gonna f**k with a wicked clown

Murder go round murder go round

How ya gonna f**k with a wicked clown

Murder go round murder go round

How ya gonna f**k with a wicked clown

Murder go round