Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Bring It On Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Bring It On

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Bring It On

 Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads 

 Show respect your amongst the dead 

 Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks 

 Ain't shit changed bitch, check us 

 Detroit, Southwest murderers die 

 The greatest spectical under the sky 

 5 Cards came and made they mark 

 From moon you gone down platin park 

 Fuck the drum kits, xylaphone, chello 

 I'm a wicked clown bitch "hello" 

 Everbody come jump in our rides 

 Bring you and your fat ass bitch in side 

 Wagons, tents are swept of a breeze 

 Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka 

 BRING IT ON,BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT (5x) 

 BRING IT, BRING IT (x2) 

 Violent J, Shaggy serial killers with style 

 Fashion of the 2000 and beyond 

 Voodoo, chicken and magical wands 

 Dead bigots, face down in the ponds 

 Broken neck with the flick of our wrist 

 All this playa hatin gettin me pissed 

 Fat chick, skinny chick, chicky chick hoe 

 Swishers, Faygo's and Kung Foo blow's 

 If Jake jeckel drop 88 card 

 No more chicks just sizlin balls 

 I'll hypnotize ya like a vampire 

 Bite your neck and set your head on fire 

 Shoot me with silver bullets OK 

 I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid 

 Here try my liquarish treat 

 I know dead folk that chew they feet 

 Carnival moves in shadow of time 

 And he's runnin a little behind, bitch 

 BRING IT ON,BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT (5x) 

 BRING IT, BRING IT (x2) 

 Insane Clown Posse ICP 

 Ax murdering done with a touch of detroit class 

 Jeckel Drop ball 

 Shangrila die 

 1 for your greed 

 2 for your lies 

 Jeckel Drop ball 

 Shangrila die 

 1 for your greed 

 2 for your lies 

 Shaggs 2 Dope serial killah 

 Ax murder boy, wig cap peelah 

 I can wear a philly jacket and look fresh 

 I'm pimpin like David Caresh...was 

 People think I got bombs in my locka 

 Teachers try to open it up, I'M A SOCK HER 

 Get the Fuck back and leave me alone 

 Before I have to come to your home, and see ya 

 Wind me up and I can do flips 

 And put the smack down on your lips 

 Billy Boy Rude and Jump Steady Tom Tubs 

 Stephan Legs, Double A got love 

 Drinkin Moon Mist carnival bar 

 Got folk love, people love whatever you are 

 Fork side ways I'm a jugglin man 

 Can't nothin reign bitch 

 BRING IT ON,BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT (x5) 

 BRING IT, BRING IT (x2) 

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