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Irv Gotti - "Murder Go Round"
What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
Killed the little prick, him and his chick
Tried to be slick but you aint slinky
Youre brinky, youre dinky, you suck my twinkie
I dont give a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on down, its murder go round
Whatcha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
If youre trying to creep, Id hate to say I never knew ya
Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
Im laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
Swung on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
Im gonna swing my axe to his jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
There he sits so I knock on the door
Pops opened up...pops hit the floor
Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
Well, he didnt do shit, fuck it
Its the murder go round
Well, its me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
Tags up all on the bricks
Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
We just some wicked clowns and its been like that
I dont understand why some people in town
We witness your water still southwest down
But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
But Im the juggalugalocoro, G
Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
"What I aint got shot, bitch?", so now you must
Take your ticket for the murder go round
Cant nobody kill a click-clack clown
Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
Into his head, into his boys head
Into his boys head, his boys head, his boys head
Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
Push that old piece of shit in the river
The cat and my boys saw five go down
Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)
On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
Now Im in a street gang, fifty-five strong
Everybody singing that southwest song
What can go wrong I mean Im fuckin in the haugh?
Popping that shit, Im finna bust you in the mouth
Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
I dont give a fuck ya know, bitches Im a fuck you though
But you know the shit had to hit the fan
Some gangbanger shot me, man
Twice in the forehead, twice in the back
Twice in the eye and Im feeling kinda whack
Stumbling along its becoming entwined
Whos the next in line?
For the murder go round
Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
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