Lletres:
Icp Insane Clown Posse The Ringmaster

Leader of them all So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster "Purpose, question, kill" The ICP is of the Ringmaster And the Ringmaster

just some wicked clowns and it's been like that I don't understand why some people in town We witness your water still southwest down But this motherfucker gonna try and clown

guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin I let my nutsac flap in the wind Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G, And

: [Violent J] One for the maggots, pumpkin's light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I'm coming for your ass with

: [Violent J] Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do Creeping through the backyards underneath the

: [Shaggy 2 Dope] Well, I don't understand the phenomenom We fucking these hoes that look like spallala Rich boys think that is shitty But I like fucking

: "Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk I hope you're with your bitch Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP So wind back with a sparkling glass of

a dead duck Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose Further down the hall, the room with jokeros That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns

[Violent J] Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly