a moving target Which means you can be hit And the quickest lickity split Lay down in the ground Surrounded by a casket That I built Out of warped
the left to break his neck but his head spun all the way around and that was fuckin it i was outta there i seen another comin out the grave zombies beggin
chicky freak if ya wanna be down Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown Kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels to your face And
Southwest. Street hood. Spit on. Ripped off. No hoes. Pro wings. No real. Gold rings. Lips swoll. Chin rocked. Eyes in them "O" rings. Street clown. No
woke up with a bloody bitch dead in the bathroom My wicked shit praise that I heard through the days Somehow now relays my new murderous ways Violent J's not around but Moon Glorious is there
Will be with you forever more The number is (four) I've come to relate I never saw the gate All I saw was hate So the number is (eight) Everywhere I go there
human heads pam, jennifer, hubert, and ted I even put one in the shower water comes out the mouth I keep a few around the yard when i feel like goin out
And we turn corrupt TIL WE BURNING LOVELY Judge Shaw was a judge snake holes are his eyes there go another judge, another judge, somebody dispise and there
7 mile and Gratiot Grip the steering wheel tight bitch I ain't crashing it Barry's in the rearview what the fuck? Again? Push him out the window pealed out
Conquer Lyrics *Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored
in there too Cotton Candy is wasn't made for the mouth Don't believe me just take a look down South Rottin Candy is what you'll find with out a doubt
Circle something, circle something [Violent J] This ball of mud that we live on is alive You try to wipe its mouth, it's gonna wipe us out I lay in
*Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed
Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Dark Lotus Family, It's Our World Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers First, put
Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin
[Violent J] Bitch back up cause your dimmin' my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch
me (Violent J) Demon coming around looking like GWAR See them in my minds eye, I know who they are Face pissed off, I'm there and I can't keep
