ICP: Murder go round

What can I say, man, I hit him with the brickKilled the little prick, him and his chickTried to be slick but you aint slinkyYoure brinky, youre dinky, you suck my twinkieI dont give a fuck if you call me a clownBreak it on down, its murder go roundWhatcha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to yaIf youre trying to creep, Id hate to say I never knew yaOnce upon a time in the ghetto zoneA ten-foot led pipe slapped on my domeIm laying in the street with blood oozing out my headExcuse me, motherfucker, was it something I saidForks up, forks down, man, forks sidewaysThen he grabbed my finger and he said crime paysSwung on his pipe once again for the roadHold up, dawg, UH! this shit gets oldNow I walk the streets with a shattered skullIm gonna swing my axe to his jawWhere the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ayThere he sits so I knock on the doorPops opened up...pops hit the floorThen I chop chop pops twice in his nuggetWell, he didnt do shit, fuck itIts the murder go round[Violent J]Well, its me and my mellow mellow roll on MilitaryGangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scaryTags up all on the bricksLatin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shitWe love gangbangers and we hope they love us backWe just some wicked clowns and its been like thatI dont understand why some people in townWe witness your water still southwest downBut this motherfucker gonna try and clown meBut Im the juggalugalocoro, GTook a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dustWhat I aint got shot, bitch?, so now you mustTake your ticket for the murder go roundCant nobody kill a click-clack clownSeen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucketPulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck itInto his head, into his boys headInto his boys head, his boys head, his boys headFive dead fucks in the trunk on deliverPush that old piece of shit in the riverThe cat and my boys saw five go downCan ya get a free ride? (No, not again)On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)[Chorus]Murder go round, murder go roundHow ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?[Violent J]Now Im in a street gang, fifty-five strongEverybody singing that southwest songWhat can go wrong I mean Im fuckin in the haugh?Popping that shit, Im finna bust you in the mouthNobody fucks with a jokero juggaloI dont give a fuck ya know, bitches Im a fuck you thoughBut you know the shit had to hit the fanSome gangbanger shot me, manTwice in the forehead, twice in the backTwice in the eye and Im feeling kinda whackStumbling along its becoming entwinedWhos the next in line?For the murder go round[Chorus]