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Rollin' Over Lyrics - The Calm - Insane Clown Posse

Rollin' over 

Hell muthafuckin', yeah, bitch 

Hatchet chop straight to your muthafuckin' face 

Rollin' over 

I look up, there's still so far to go 

Wicked clowns got that real shit 

I look up theres still so far to go 

What up dog 

 

I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegasus 

Got the shiny SV on my chest, what up? 

Violent J the clown, I'm goofy for a second 

But when your bitch's headless I'm on top of her naked 

You know my status, I'm juggalatis 

And we the baddest here to sever your melon 

It's wicked shit that we sellin' 

We off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch slap 

Now nobody never steppin' down 

We 'bout to enter second round 

 

Running backwards on the walls 

Shaggy 2 Dope in this motherfucker 

You talkin' through your butt 'cuz silence is for suckers 

So I'm out there throughout the year 

I'm right here, don't stare like a bitch, bitch buy me a beer 

Nobody wicked like me, I do this terrifically 

And my muthafuckin' pimp slap will knock down a tree 

So clown love bitch, I seen that tat on your tittes 

We forever on tour, clown love in your city 

 

Rollin' over 

I look up, there's still so far to go 

So much time, so much time 

Rollin' over 

I look up, there's still so far to go 

It's your time, blow your mind 

 

Rollin' over 

I look up, there's still so far to go 

So much time, so much time 

Rollin' over 

I look up, there's still so far to go 

It's your time, blow your mind 

 

I got three bodies stuffed in my trunk 

I'm blowin' red lights and bet Im blowin heads off 

Before Im read any rights 

Baby I'm outlaw, painted up and packin' the bombs 

I stomp preps in the streets and sound fire alarms 

Bitch, run for your life 

We keep it wicked and scary 

And we welcome to our world anything that you bury 

I throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls 

And got a three foot dick for all your chick jaws 

 

Walkin' through the slums 'bout to strangle someone 

Maybe it's a custom, gotta get it done 

I live like that, spirits haunting me like that 

I'm lost in the Ouija board, ain't never comin' back 

Drink some liquor, I dont care 

When it comes to paranormals get up outta here 

They try to speak to me, I say dont bother 

I'm doing somethin' else, Im rollin over 

 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

So much time, so much time 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

Its your time, blow your mind 

 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

So much time, so much time 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

Its your time, blow your mind 

 

I can red moon, boogie woogie walk on wind 

I throw a kick from across the street and bust your chin 

I know magic, Houdini woulda hound dog my balls 

Been known to cast illusions throughout Shangri-la walls 

I keep it bloody, me and my buddy beyond nutty 

Make nuns act slutty, mad rich and never studied 

We fantabulous, grabbin our nuts 

Dropping brand new wicked shit, rappers are us 

 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

So much time, so much time 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

Its your time, blow your mind 

 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

So much time, so much time 

Rollin over 

I look up theres still so far to go 

Its your time, blow your mind 

 

Alright you, you, and you, come on 

You too baby, go ahead, go on in 

Hey man 

What? 

 

Yeah man, I just came here to dance 

No we got a dress code up in here, dog 

I cant dance up in here? 

Man, you aint even got a shirt on 

You got on one shoe I dont know what you trying to do 

I can dance bitch 

Man, you gotta back your ass up away from the line 

I can dance like a motherfucker dont get served 

Man, step yo ass 

I will serve you punk ass bitch 

Step back away from the line 

What you gonna do? You gonna kick me out the streets? 

[Incomprehensible] 

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