Chop Chop Lyrics

Chop Chop

Insane Clown Posse (ICP) feat. Esham

 

 Chop Chop

 And take some tweezers 

 And bust every hair off my nutsac 

 Paste em to your back 

 Then jump on the E track 

 And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho" 

 Juggalos... 

 Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers 

 And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya) 

 Kick the clown in the forehead 

 And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (Jed) 

 You big fat redneck money-ass hick 

 I'm a city slicker 

 And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya 

 And the carnivals gonna get with ya 

 Oh, I might as well mention 

 That I come from another dimension 

 You never seen nothing like this, boy 

 Magic acts of pain and joy 

 Keystone come and try to get me 

 But I pack a French curler with me 

 Ha, and the officer let me off quick 

 Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit 

 Heh, picture that (that) 

 Packin' a magic wand and a top hat 

 Cuz some gotta stop 

 Or the wicked clowns are gonna CHOP CHOP!!! 

 Blank free screen and chop chop chop 

 Chop chop 

 Detroit's air is toxic 

 My eyeball's popped out they sockets 

 And fried in the street like a steakum 

 ....Shake em, bake em 

 Break em off something from the smoke stack 

 I been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway 

 I'm nothing but a radiation freak show 

 My arm fell off and bounced on the floor 

 Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley) 

 And we stopping in Sunny Valley 

 Jumping up and down on richie's head 

 And I'm gonna jump until he's finally dead 

 Jump jump jump jump... 

 They got no love yet they got control 

 They'll never touch my funky soul 

 Street top bull it sent chop 

 Now we can run or we can walk 

 Either way some gotta stop 

 Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop 

 Blank free screen and chop chop chop 

 Chop chop 

 Wicked clown, wicked clown what's up come's down 

 Before my nuts go soft juggle them around 

 Bitch wanna join the carnival circus 

 Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this 

 I gotta catch these carnival thrills 

 Rude Boy empty heads I drill 

 Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels 

 An axe to the forehead usually kills 

 If this ain't hell, I can't tell 

 Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails 

 If I juggle ya call me a juggla 

 I'm a nap burgler voodoo smuggler 

 See I got the symptoms of insanity 

 I'm down with J of the ICP 

 I'm down with him and he's down with me 

 So if we gotta chop C-H-O-P 

 Running down the block, someone hit me with a rock 

 And my brains all over the street 

 But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down 

 And all over this Esham beat 

 So if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta chop 

 If I chop then I gotta chop chop 

 You can never stop sucker, you can never drop wicked 

 Clowns cuz we love to CHOP CHOP!!! 

 Blank free screen and chop chop chop 

 Chop chop 

 I'm gonna ride this wicked footy