Dead Clownz (Explicit)

Dead Clownz (Explicit) - Esham

Do it

Yea

(Hehehe)

This the big homie

(Wicked Clowns)

Still don't play that sh*t

(That's me)

(Homie)

Yeah I'm a clown

(wicked Wicked man)

Well guess what

Dead clown why you mad

You sad you should be glad

I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffel bag

Dead clown why you mad

You sad you should be glad

I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffel bag

I got chopped off heads in ma bag they stuffed

With they eyes sewn up

And there mouths sewn shut

Don't talk to me

I kill em all the time

Take out there brains and I play with they minds

Take yo eyes out ya head

So you can see what I'm sayin

Body decayin

Paint ya face

I'm sprayin

The murder death machine

They call me evil knievel

Paint up ma face and start serial killin people

A sick pyschopath dead bodies they stink

A voodoo witch doctor

Shocka locka ya head shrink

A known sickle

The grim reaper with the sickle

They stab in my eye

Hehe that only tickle

But it made me mad

So I killed ya mommy and dad

Blood soaked my clothes like a maxi-pad

All the killin

I can't stop the killin

All the killin

Everytime I stabbed in the face

I got a happy feelin

Dead clown they say

I thought you was dead clown

How can he be alive

And he's choppin off heads now

The curse of homie came back an omen the unholy

You soft like a creampuff

Call you a canoli

I put heads in flower pots

With bodies they rot

No other killer clown got more bodies then I got

F**k the police

Cause they don't know my identity

The preacher can't save you at the church

No serenity

Homie the clown

Spit the wicked sh*t when it's me

Dead Clownz - Esham