You know who your fuckin' wit?. W-w-wicked clowns. You know who your fuckin' wit?. W-w-wicked clowns. . Wicked clowns, wicked clown. Wicked clowns, wicked clown.
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby, what?. From New York to L.A., from Chile to Greece. From New Ghandi to your momma. We gives absolutely no fucks, motha fucka.
I battle Samurais, they fight like little bitches to me. I've murdered everybody, I need some switches for me. Take me some place, nobody never knew existed.
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.
[Incomprehensible]. How horrid to be buried alive. Imagine the [Incomprehensible] trapped in your own coffin. Your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath.