Murder Go Round Lyrics - The Ringmaster - 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 slinky 

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

I don't give a fuck 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 led pipe slapped on my dome 

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

Excuse me, motherfucker, 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 shit gets old 

Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull 

I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw 

Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay? 

How ya gonna fuck 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 shit, fuck it 

It's the murder go round 

Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military 

Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary 

Tags up all on the bricks 

Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit 

We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back 

We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that 

I don't understand why some people in town 

We witness your water still southwest down 

But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me 

But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G 

Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust 

"What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must 

Take your ticket for the murder go round 

Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown 

Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket 

Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it 

Into his head, into his boy's head 

Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head 

Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver 

Push that old piece of shit in the river 

The cat and my boys saw five go down 

Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again) 

On the murder go round (No!) 

[Chorus] 

Murder go round, murder go round 

How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? 

Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong 

Everybody singing that southwest song 

What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh? 

Popping that shit, I'm gonna bust you in the mouth 

Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo 

I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though 

But you know the shit had to hit the fan 

Some gangbanger shot me, man 

Twice in the forehead, twice in the back 

Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack 

Stumbling along it's becoming entwined 

Who's the next in line? 

For the murder go round