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Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can doYou can be a couple of pleasersAnd take some tweezersAnd bust every hair off my nutsacPaste em to your backThen jump on the e trackAnd suck my dick exactly where’s it at, hoJuggalos... (repeat)Hey, hey, it’s the wicked jokersAnd we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya)Kick the clown in the foreheadAnd I’m jugglin jugglin your head (jed)You big fat redneck money-ass hickI’m a city slickerAnd I’m coming to getcha, hit yaAnd the carnivals gonna get with yaOh, I might as well mentionThat I come from another dimensionYou never seen nothing like this, boyMagic acts of pain and joyKeystone come and try to get meBut I pack a french curler with meHa, and the officer let me off quickHere’s a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shitHeh, picture that (that)Packin’ a magic wand and a top hatCuz some gotta stopOr the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop!!!Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)Chop chopSwing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)Got to be funkyDetroit’s air is toxicMy eyeball’s popped out they socketsAnd fried in the street like a steakum....shake em, bake emBreak em off something from the smoke stackI been breathing all my life so I’m dying anywayI’m nothing but a radiation freak showMy arm fell off and bounced on the floorCarnival left out the alley (alley, alley)And we stopping in sunny valleyJumping up and down on richie’s headAnd I’m gonna jump until he’s finally deadJump jump jump jump...They got no love yet they got controlThey’ll never touch my funky soulStreet top bull it sent chopNow we can run or we can walkEither way some gotta stopOr the wicked clowns are gonna chop chopSwing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)Chop chopSwing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)Got to be funkyWicked clown, wicked clown what’s up come’s downBefore my nuts go soft juggle them aroundBitch wanna join the carnival circusGrab my dingaling and jerk and jerk thisI gotta catch these carnival thrillsRude boy empty heads I drillChills, thrills, bigots, train wheelsAn axe to the forehead usually killsIf this ain’t hell, I can’t tellHang my body on a cross with some rusty nailsIf I juggle ya call me a jugglaI’m a nap burgler voodoo smugglerSee I got the symptoms of insanityI’m down with j from the icpI’m down with him and he’s down with meSo if we gotta chop c-h-o-pRunning down the block, someone hit me with a rockAnd my brains all over the streetBut I’m a wicked clown and I’m up and downAnd all over this esham beatSo if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta chopIf I chop then I gotta chop chopYou can never stop sucker, you can never drop wickedClowns cuz we love to chop chop!!!Swing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)Chop chopSwing swing swing and chop chop chop (3x)Got to be funkyChop chopI’m gonna ride this wicked footy

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