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icp insane clown posse - willy bubba lyrics

ok cl-ss, um, please settle down now,
i’d like to introduce our new student
uhh, uhh w-lly bubba, w-lly is from kentucky, welcome w-lly, uh,
i’ll be your teacher, my name is ms. felby

[1st verse- violent j]
well i flopped out of school but i still hang in the halls
so there i was, you’ll never guess what i saw
maybe a chicken, i thought it was a duck
but it was a redneck f-ck, so i walked up
“hey w-lly bubba, hubba-bubba-lubba
my names violent j, but my homies call me chicken plucker
i been down with the clown since day one, it’s day two
i guess i got some plucking to do
in these parts, we tie you to the desk
and all line up and take blows to your chest (punch)
fists to your chin (punch), kicks to your head (punch)
last year we killed a kid dead (hahhh!! oh, my fault…)
walked in the school, there’s hay in the hallway
leading to your locker, walk up ‘n sock ya
then bounce your head around the cl-ss room and act nutty
the teacher walks, and asked everybody (body, body..)

[chorus x2]
who kicked w-lly bubba’s -ss? (i did!)
did you do it right here in the cl-ss? (sho’ did!)
did you punch him in the face, did you slap him in the mouth
did you kick him in the forehead (yup, yup!)

(nice to get back with a high school crowd where your alive)

[2nd verse – sh-ggy 2 dope]
w-lly w-lly bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly
tell me why you talk so silly, b-tch
you sound like you come from the land of the bigots
jolly old d-ckens, the land of the chickens
i guess you’re in season, i’m packing me a .44
barrels to your head and blow your face out your -sshole
powww, b-tch! i’m sh-ggy2dope
i’m coming for your kin folk, you get your chin broke
and don’t cry or run to the teach
she can’t understand your redneck–ss speech
if she could, she wouldn’t do a thang
‘cuz she’s my b-tch and she loves to suck my w-ng
you in trouble bubba, you better run quick
you too slow, w-lly, ‘cuz you a fat b-tch
i caught up and got my hands all putty
teacher walks in the cl-ss room, and asked everybody (body, body…)

[chorus x2]

hoooooold up! check it out…

let’s play, w-lly bubba, and kill the w-lly bubba [repeat ’till end]

- icp insane clown posse lyrics

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