Imma STRING this faggot up by his raisen sized balls
Chop dat neck, bloods runnin quicka then niaggra falls
this bitch is best to belive hes facin "tha wicked revisited"
ya know this clown dont play and thats just bein real wit-ya-kid
fuck this cunt and his "rhymes" so stringy
ya played fool, ya actin like some wack wanna be chingy
murderin niggaz like you is what i do, bringin da wicked shit
neva fuck wit a juggalo, nigga bout to see my ax, get ya throat slit
verbal murda, lyrical death... String ya on ya last breath
bitch bout to OD on verbal Meath...

Tha lyrical rap killin phsyco klown is here so lock ya doors
soon ya on ya knees, lookin up, prayin on tha floor
for ya life to be spared, ya cant face ya own demise
i cant wait to see the look on your face as you die
aint nothin waitin for you in the afterlife so kiss EVERYTHING goodbye
you know no one will miss you here so dont even lie
aint no one gonna cry, when i sey yo ass on fire
drop ya in the body pile and light the funerel pyre
string your ass is gonna be strung out when your dead
your torsoe on up in ropes and a spike uprooted tward ya head
and imma parade that shit around... bring it all over town
all the people say "here come that bomb ass nigga killin WICKEDCLOWN!!