ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE)

ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) - Wagon Wagon lyrics

If I'm gonna die

I'm going out riding the wagon

Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon

Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin

On a piece of string, they flop around and fling

Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing

It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw

Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too

Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car

Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell

And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers

You seem to be the kill joy

So get your ass in fat boy

You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster

With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master

And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off

And your funky ass body gets dropped off

In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin

Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Don't miss your chance

The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire

I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire

And it's muffling the sounds

Throw the bitch out and now the floor pounds, yo

Some say it's just a hearst, but it's much worse

It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse

Long, dark, very spooky scary

I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why

Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone

I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns

Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn

Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn

Ah, boom, aboockaboomba

We do the dance of the death until you get in the car

Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it

Say the joker did it in the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Now, here's your chance

We don't do drive-by's in the wagon

Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass

And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside

Told you seventeen but I lied

Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild

I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle

I play the organ like an old mental case

I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass

In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window

And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo

But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there

Puffin on a Jim Square

Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling

Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling

Out the back with your neck in a rut

Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

It's your last chance

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