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Comaley, get up. let’s go.What? Well, it’s your lucky day today, pal. you’re free.Uh, what do you mean? Yup, that’s right you been pardoned. so come on get your shitLet’s go.What are you talking about, I don’t understand? Yup, governor’s pardoned you. now come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.Uh, uh, I’m free. are you serious!? Fuck no, you got four more years, stupid ass.Hahahaha. everyFuckin day, you fall for it. fuckin stupid ass.Wicked clown!When I get out, I’m going home to southwestGoing straight to my freaks and get undressedAnd I’m a hit it like an insane chicken hawkHoochie, won’t be able to walkWhen I get out, I’m a run around town nakedCuz my freedom feels good, I can’t fake itI let my nuts flop to the hip-hopI wanna chop chop punk cop flip flopWhen I get out, I’m going to my mother’s houseShe gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sproutsBut I don’t care, she can cook a cinder blockAnd I’m a chew it on up to the last rockWhen I get out, I’m putting on my new shoesBut I don’t see anybody sportin kangaroosAnd them wizaby shorts are historyBut so what, I’m a sport mine like a gWicked clowns! check it out y’allWicked clowns! we gettin out y’allWicked clowns! check it out y’allWicked clowns! we gettin outWhen I get out, I’m going to the festivalsCussing, rude, and scratching my testiclesLike we did before we got locked downI’m coming back around, the wicked clownWhen I get out, I’m a throw a partyAnd guess who shows up, nobody!I just sit alone and play solitaireI don’t care, at least I won’t be hereWhen I get out, I’m coming back to del raySo I can breathe the smog but that’s okayCuz I’d much rather whif that shitThen my cellmate rico’s funky armpitsWhen I get out, I’m heading straight to the storeFor a big long cold thing of faygoAnd I’m a drink it down to the very endAfter that, I eat the bottle that it came inWicked clowns! check it out y’allWicked clowns! we gettin out y’allWicked clowns! check it out y’allWicked clowns! we gettin outYeah, let me call this broad up, tell her I’m getting out.This is my baby, ya know what I’m saying.What’s up, baby, man, it’s me.Wait a minute.Who the hell is this? who the hell is this? !When I get out, I’m shooting someone in the headSomebody been sleeping in my bedI never thought my sweetheart would sell me outNow I gotta walk up and blow her mouth outWicked clownWicked wicked clownWhen I get out, I’m back to the good lifeSo don’t sweat me, officer barney fifeIn the pen, I seen your cop friend butt sonSeen daddy like to use his butt someWhen I get out, it’s all about the undergroundI’ll crawl back into the pipes and never be foundSo when you brush your teethYou might see my eyeball looking at you through the sinkWicked clowns! check it out y’allWicked clowns! we gettin out y’allWicked clowns! check it out y’allWicked clowns! we gettin outI’m getting out, I’m getting out!Guess who’s coming to your big townJugglin jugglers jugglin jugglers (kiss the clown)

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