(Violent J)
I brought a bat to a mosh pit
(Well what'd you do then?)
I split some craniums in half
And caved a few in
Before long I'm standing there alone
I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham
(Layzie Bone)
In...coming
I'm running and dropping them bombs
Still...gunning
I'm willing and ready for war
Get down with the clowns from ICP
B-O-N-E
And the Kottonmouth Kings
Bring it how we bring it though
For the wicked wonka Halloween
(Violent J)
Smoking hay hey
I'm Violent J hey
We screaming mayday
'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking payday
We give way hey
But we already million-dollar rapper hater slappers
Wicked shit
Believe it though
We tight like alligator snappers
(Layzie Bone)
Don't run dawg
We gun-clappers
Bitch n*gga slappers and hoe mackers
City street slick rappers
But better known as wig-crackers
Lead-packers
Ask my n*gga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham
And let it loose to their spines
(Judge D)
And we mashin'
We stompin'
We wicked-wicked wonkin'
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
It's wicked-wicked wonkin' in the Thug Pit
(Judge D)
Yeah we mashin'
We stompin'
We wicked-wicked wonkin'
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
In this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split
(D-Loc)
Who the motherfucker in the pit talking shit? (Shit!)
Who the motherfucker that want their wig split? (Split!)
Who the motherfucker that's down for the Krown? (Krown!)
Who the motherfucker in here right now?
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Shaggy jumps in the pit
With his hatchets a-swinging them
Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
Shit, we be Illuminati in this Thug Pit though
Treating fake thugs like a hoe
Tell them, D-Lo
(D-Loc)
What the fuck you thinking
You can stop my shine?
Put your money where your mouth is
I'll take every dime
Then run down the line
Damn right
I'm getting mine
With a fine ass bitch
Getting head, sipping wine
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Hallow's Eve
Halloween
Hallo-wicked
All the same
Fuck a trick-or-treat
I trick-or-treat with some game
Every year we lace the stage with the wickedness
It's the wicked-wicked wonka baby
Try to get with us
(Tech N9ne)
It's the n*gga be on the Blood shit
Tech Nina off in the Thug Pit
Fuck with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you get drugged bitch
Celebrating for Samhein (Witch killers)
If you don't wanna come with the wickedness
A n*gga wanna slam strange
I don't wanna hear a damn thing
(Jonny Richter)
Mashing off from city to city
We smoking fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties
Fucking and sucking on titties
Ducking and dodging the coppers
Ain't no one that can stop us
Dropping that shit can be popping
Making it hotter and hotter
(Tech N9ne)
We man-handle them
Fucking and crushing on man's camera
Busting some bright red bandannas
Bitch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it
Wanna show a n*gga how she lick it
Motherfucker this is how we kick it
Thug-wild on Hallo-wicked
(Jonny Richter)
Bud so fine
Taking all kinds
With Tech N9ne
Getting more love
Sipping on hen with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings
(Layzie Bone)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the Thug Pit
(Violent J)
It's wicked-wicked wonkin' within the Thug Pit
(Layzie Bone)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
(Violent J)
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
(Layzie Bone)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the Thug Pit
(Violent J)
It's wicked-wicked wonkin' within the the Thug Pit
(Layzie Bone)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
(Violent J)
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
(Krayzie Bone)
It's Mister Sawed-off Leatherface
I bring the pain and bang a n*gga's brain
When I step on the plate
Guard your girl
'Cause when my n*ggas start to kill
It's hard to chill
Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real
(Daddy-X)
I ain't got a million dollars bitch
I'm fucking broke
Spending all my change on that endo-smoke
All the bitches on the road screaming for my loot
They get nothing but dick and a steel-toe boot
(Esham)
Fuck boots
Every Halloween I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady
If I catch him at the shelter I'mma pull his file
Chop his head off
And bury his body across 8 Mile
(Daddy-X)
We drinking drank (Drank!)
We smoking dank (Dank!)
Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tanks!)
We dropping bombs
Underground bombs
Fuck the whole industry bitch
Bring them on
(Layzie Bone)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
(Judge D)
And we mashing
We stomping
We wicked-wicked wonkin'
(Layzie Bone)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
(Judge D)
Yeah we mashing
We stomping
We wicked-wicked wonkin'
(Layzie Bone)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
(Violent J)
It's wicked-wicked wonkin' within the thug pit
(Layzie Bone)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Psychopathic Records Lyrics
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