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Freestyle - Slappy The Happy Killer Clown lyrics
[Refrain]
 We finnin' to get these motherfuckas
 Eh eh man, what's up nigga? [sirens]
 You motherfucka! [gunshots]
 Take that motherfuckas!
 [Aceyalone]
 I creep from out the woodworks, where they can't run
 Jumpin' out a clown car, with a paint gun
 95 rappers deep, and we still coming
 Make you want to grab your heat, or maybe keep running
 Yo baby keep it runnin' we about to regulate!
 If I ain't back in five minutes, evacuate
 Blow up the place 'cause I'm sho' 'gon blow the spot
 I hope my mic's close, 'cause that's all I got
 And my balls and my words and my many styles
 That's why y'all 'bout to get served right now
 I got surveillance, on you and your assailants
 I smell the fragrance, of a foul MC flagrant
 I come for the jabberjaws, and blabbermouths
 Split 'em, tongue and cheek, turn a rapper out
 Inside out show 'em, what you're made of
 It ain't no love, when push comes to shove
[Refrain]
 I supersoak they sucka ass with a rainwater gun
 Claim that they wanted heat, so I brought 'em some
 Caught his ass in traffic, remained very calm
 Hit him with a matchstick, and a cherrybombFreestyle - Slappy The Happy Killer Clown - http://motolyrics.com/freestyle/slappy-the-happy-killer-clown-lyrics.html
 He ducked the first shot banked into a parking lot
 He hit the curb- damn look how high that car can hop!
 The transmission did a bellyflop on the ground
 Both of the front tires blew and he spinned around
 Doors flew open and they all started splittin' up
 So I pulled out the babyface and started spittin' up
 I guess you thought everything was all fine and dandy
 That's why I had to lay your ass on this cotton candy
 All I remember was.. chaos in the shopping center
 A crashed car with little Jack on the antenna
 And all he seen was a clown face in the crowd
 And somebody in his ear laughin' hella loud
[Refrain]
 I caught him at the carnival, on my home turf
 Right up in the audience, at the Greatest Show on Earth
 Loaded up the human cannon, and put the homie in
 Shot his ass to his seat, to get his ass again
 25 gumballs, in a tubesock
 Beat him like he stole some'm, until the dude dropped
 Tie him up with licorice, he's gettin' a little scratchy
 Slap him up and gag his ass, with a handful of taffy
 Put him on a unicycle, and send him down a hill
 Put a nose and wig on him, so we can clown for real
 Got a problem come to me, or go to Bozo
 Krusty or my homie Homey, and that's fo' sho' though
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