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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Beverly Kills 50187"
Lyrics to Beverly Kills 50187 : Juggalos, come out to play... Guess whos coming to your big town' Jugglin jesters, kick-it clown Circus sound, painted frown Carnival of carnage creeping round Im Violent J and Im sick They try to run me down But you know Im 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 Im a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boo loo chewy wewwy doo boo And youd be fucked 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 aint swallowing nothing, Jack But I can juggalo like you never thought youd 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 fucking 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 jugglas dome First day I enrolled at the high school Butt-naked with a axe Wow, hes so cool Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself My names 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell Dylan, Dylan, Im trying to find Dylan Im 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 didnt mean to knock ya Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker To the next class dont wanna be late Finna ask Brenda on a little date I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs Took her to a mud match threw a pair of gloves Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke And left the muddy ass bitch there for the night Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk Threw her in the trunk, cause the dumb bitch stunk How you doing Brenda' Mind if I bend ya' Over rover, do me like Gumby Im sure youd like that, you little skank And when I finished I stuffed her fucking head in the fish tank Awww thats a beautiful aquarium Yeah, you wanna see it Hey come here bitch Oh God its lovely Yeah, yeah, yeah have a closer look Die bitch whats up' What are you a lung fish' Whats up aqua man' Die bitch die Thats right, bitch Back to the school Fat bitch in the locker Couldnt fit her booty in So I cut her booty off Sometimes I feel like Im already in hell Throwing up children on Del Ray smell Fuck those fucking fucks, uh Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills Im gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills Wheres that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon cause we cant stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room Aww, aww, Dylan Aww I want your anus Aww, youre so hot Kicked in the stall Then I kicked in his jaw Kicked him in face And I kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldnt 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 bumpy 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 fucker! Back to the locker Boy oh, boy oh Back to the locker Fuckin stuff that fucker! Walking down the hall and Im feeling like the shit Cause all thats left is one skank ass bitch Kelly, Kelly, your nedens kinda smelly Funk down your legs, and up to your belly But Im with Del Ray So funk dont fade me Let me hit it man Youre finna kick the can (Sugar) Come on, bitch, man Youre getting ready to die anyway Bitch, calm down Let me get a little poontang You know what Im saying Let me get a little trip, bitch You finna die Okay, cause Im not a raper But you still make morning paper Kelly found dead in her bathroom Naww, Kelly found dead in her dads room No, Kelly found dead in her backyard Cause Kelly choked on a jokers card Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker Kelly wouldnt fit Chop, chop, chop, chop her Oh no, principal know what Im about Cause one of Dylans sideburns was sticking out Oh shit, they chase me Cause they found the bodies Now I run my ass off Yeah theyre gettin mad You can hear them cuss Didnt look both ways, and got hit by bus Crunched up under Tangled in the wheels Spit me out the muffler You know how that feels Lost both my legs so Im running on my hands Then I seen Prince so I clap cause Im a big fan And straight busted my face on the street And here come the police And... [ Beverly Kills 50187 Lyrics ]
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