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icp insane clown posse - beverly kills 50187 lyrics

juggalos, come out to play…

guess who’s coming to your big town?
jugglin jesters, kick-it clown
circus sound, painted frown
carnival of carnage creeping round
i’m violent j and i’m sick
they try to run me down
but you know i’m too slick
and i slip and slide like a slinky
slip and slide with my twinkie
welcome to my world
as it winds and it twists
i’m a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
boo loo chewy wewwy doo boo
and you’d be f-cked up if that was really voodoo
come see the one at the show of your life
see me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
i ain’t swallowing nothing, jack
but i can juggalo like you never thought you’d ever know
and we packin that funk
with a snap and a clap and a jump jump
so chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
step on up
and kiss the clown
and kiss the clown
kiss the clown
on up and kiss the clown
step on up and kiss the clown
stop the bus
violent j comes out
barrels to your face
and blow your f-cking face off
cause you know my mind is golden oh
happen to catch me a beverly show
body fell asleep but my mind goes on
welcome to the world of juggla’s dome
first day i enrolled at the high school
b-tt-naked with a axe
wow, he’s so cool
stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself
my name’s 2 dope and i cut necks all to h-ll
dylan, dylan, i’m trying to find dylan
i’m finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin
rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
sorry dylan didn’t mean to knock ya
then i stuffed his dead body in my locker
to the next cl-ss don’t wanna be late
finna ask brenda on a little date
i heard this b-tch likes to fight in clubs
took her to a mud match threw a pair of gloves
wants to get her -ss beat by a fat dyk-
and left the muddy -ss b-tch there for the night
woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
threw her in the trunk, cause the dumb b-tch stunk
how you doing brenda?
mind if i bend ya?
over rover, do me like gumby
i’m sure you’d like that, you little sk-nk
and when i finished
i stuffed her f-cking head in the fish tank
awww that’s a beautiful aquarium
yeah, you wanna see it
hey come here b-tch
oh god it’s lovely
yeah, yeah, yeah have a closer look
die b-tch what’s up?
what are you a lung fish?
what’s up aqua man?
die b-tch die
that’s right, b-tch
back to the school
fat b-tch in the locker
couldn’t fit her booty in
so i cut her booty off
sometimes i feel like i’m already in h-ll
throwing up children on del ray smell
f-ck those f-cking f-cks, uh
rich f-cks, man, f-ck those f-cks
beverly hills is beverly kills
i’m gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
where’s that other little rich little f-g
looking for brandon cause we can’t stand him
i know my boys make the b-ss go boom
but shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room
aww, aww, dylan
aww i want your -n-s
aww, you’re so hot
kicked in the stall
then i kicked in his jaw
kicked him in face
and i kicked in his b-lls
punk tried to run but he couldn’t try to wobble
bust him in the head with an empty faygo bottle
took him to the staircase
jumped on his face
road him down the b-mpy chase
can i hear him breathe one last note
stuffed his back down his throat
back to the locker
boy oh, boy oh
back to the locker
stuff the f-cker!
back to the locker
boy oh, boy oh
back to the locker
f-ckin stuff that f-cker!
walking down the hall and i’m feeling like the sh-t
cause all that’s left is one sk-nk -ss b-tch
kelly, kelly, your neden’s kinda smelly
funk down your legs, and up to your belly
but i’m with del ray
so funk don’t fade me
let me hit it man
you’re finna kick the can (sugar)
come on, b-tch, man
you’re getting ready to die anyway
b-tch, calm down
let me get a little poontang
you know what i’m saying
let me get a little trip, b-tch
you finna die
okay, cause i’m not a raper
but you still make morning paper
kelly found dead in her bathroom
naww, kelly found dead in her dad’s room
no, kelly found dead in her backyard
cause kelly choked on a joker’s card
smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
kelly wouldn’t fit
chop, chop, chop, chop her
oh no, princ-p-l know what i’m about
cause one of dylan’s sideburns was sticking out
oh sh-t, they chase me
cause they found the bodies
now i run my -ss off
yeah they’re gettin mad
you can hear them cuss
didn’t look both ways, and got hit by bus
crunched up under
tangled in the wheels
spit me out the m-ffler
you know how that feels
lost both my legs so i’m running on my hands
then i seen prince so i clap cause i’m a big fan
and straight busted my face on the street
and here come the police
and…

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