Murder Go Round歌词

murder go round
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 aint slinky

Youre brinky, youre dinky, you suck my twinkie

I dont give a **** if you call me a clown

Break it on down, its murder go round

Whatcha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
If youre trying to creep, Id hate to say I never knew ya
Once upon a time in the ghetto zone

A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome

Im laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
Excuse me, ************, 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 **** gets old

Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull

Im gonna swing my axe to his jaw
Where the ************ at? where the ************ stay?

How ya gonna **** 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 didnt do ****, **** it
Its the murder go round

Well, its 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 ****

We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back

We just some wicked clowns and its been like that

I dont understand why some people in town
We witness your water still southwest down
But this ************ gonna try and clown me

But Im the juggalugalocoro, g

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

What I aint got shot, *****? , so now you must
Take your ticket for the murder go round

Cant 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 boys head

Into his boys head, his boys head, his boys head

Five dead ****s in the trunk on deliver

Push that old piece of **** 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 （nooo!!!）

Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna **** with a wicked clown?

Now Im in a street gang, fifty-five strong

Everybody singing that southwest song

What can go wrong I mean Im ****in in the haugh?
Popping that ****, Im finna bust you in the mouth

Nobody ****s with a jokero juggalo

I dont give a **** ya know, *****es Im a **** you though
But you know the **** had to hit the fan

Some gangbanger shot me, man

Twice in the forehead, twice in the back

Twice in the eye and Im feeling kinda whack

Stumbling along its becoming entwined

Whos the next in line?

For the murder go round

Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna **** with a wicked clown?