Insane Clown Posse - Wagon Wagon Lyrics
If Im gonna dieIm going out riding the wagonHear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagonSaggin, laggin, dead bodies dragginOn a piece of string, they flop around and flingNow shut your ass up and let the juggla singIts the insane clown posse coming threwLooking for hickies and the prickies and your ass tooEverybody gets a ride on the ghost carDont matter who you are, we going straight to hellAnd it aint far, mr. neversYou seem to be the kill joySo get your ass in fat boyYou can sit up in the front with the ringmasterWith the ringading-dingalinga-ping-masterAnd get your mother*****ing wind pipe chopped offAnd your funky ass body gets dropped offIn the gutter, the wheels keep rollinThrowin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginAre you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginEvery dead ***** in the city comes and rides the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginNate the mack, jump steady, and rude boy ride the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginDont miss your chanceThe exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fireI found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tireAnd its muffling the soundsThrow the ***** out and now the floor pounds, yoSome say its just a hearst, but its much worseIts an old dark bucket with a clown curseLong, dark, very spooky scaryI drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, whyCuz Im violent j, sick in the nug-boneI make strange sounds, clowns with frownsBreak it on down, break it up till the break of dawnLook out your window its the wagon in your front lawnAh, boom, aboockaboombaWe do the dance of the death until you get in the carThen I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with itSay the joker did it in the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginLadies and gents its your turn, come and ride the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginIf you gotta minute why dont you stop and finna ride the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginIm a dead body so you know I love riding in the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginNow, heres your chanceWe dont do drive-bys in the wagonInstead we just get out and stab your *****in assAnd there aint no telling how many clowns insideTold you seventeen but I liedCuz Im wicked and Im wild, wicked wildI caught wild deer, rode it home from bel isleI play the organ like an old mental caseI can freak the cello, like chris conley on bassIn the wagon, I throw fingers out the windowAnd when you roll the window down you can smell indoBut it aint mine, it belongs to a stiff over therePuffin on a jim squareHeavy long, rumbling, tumblingStep into my ride and your ass goes stumblingOut the back with your neck in a rutGotta get home before the sun comes up on my...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginCome down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginYour momma is a ***** and she swings on my nuts in the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginIf you missed your bus, dont be afriad, come and ride the...Wagon wagon, dead bodies dragginIts your last chance
