Chop! Chop!

[Intro]
*Beep*
Then you know what you can do
You can be a couple of pleasers
And take some tweezers
And bust every hair on my nutsack
Paste 'em to your back
Then jump on the E-Track
And suck my dick exactly where it's at, ho
*Beep*
"Yay for the clown!"
"Yay for the clown!"
"Yay for the clown!"
"Yay for the clown!"
Juggles, juggles, juggles, juggles
Juggles, juggles, juggles, juggles

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokers
And we're coming to the valley and we'll smoke ya (Choke ya)
Kick the clown in the forehead
And I'm juggling juggling your head
(Jed) You big fat redneck muddy ass hick
I'm a city slicker
And I'm comin' to get ya, hit ya
And the Carnival's gonna get wit' ya
Oh, I might as well mention
That I come from another dimension
You never seen nothing like this boy
(Magic axe of pain and joy)
Keystone copper try to get me
But I pack a French curler with me
And the officer let me off quick
Here's a Dunkin double-dip, you fat piece of shit
Heh, picture that (That)
Packing a magic wand and a top hat
Because somthin' gotta stop
Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop

[Chorus]
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and (Chop, chop!)
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky)

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Detroit's air is toxic
My eyeballs popped out they sockets
And fried in the street like a Steak Umm
*Pop* *Pop* (Shake 'em, bake 'em)
Break em off something from the smoke stack
I've been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway
I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
My arm fell off and it bounced on the floor
Carnival left out the alley (Alley, alley)
And we stoppin' in Sunny Valley
(Jumpin up and down on a richie's head)
And now I'm gonna jump till he's finally dead
(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)
(He's flatlining! He's flatlining! He's flatlining!)
They got no love yet they got control
They'll never touch my funky soul
Street top bullets and chalk
Now we can run or we can walk
Either way somethin' gotta stop
Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop

[Chorus]
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop (Chop, chop!)
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky)

[Verse 3: Esham and Violent J]
Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown, what's up comes down
Before my nuts go soft juggle 'em around
Bitch, wanna join the carnival circus
Grab my ding-a-ling and jerk and jerk this
I gotta catch these carnival thrills
New born seibab ydoolb heads I drill
Chills, thrills, bigots write wills
An axe to the forehead usually kills
If this ain't hell, I can't tell
Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails
If I juggle ya, call me a juggala
I'm a nap burgala, voodoo smuggla
See I got the symptoms of insanity
I'm down with J from the ICP
I'm down with him and he's down with me
So if we gotta chop, C-H-O-P
Running down the block someone hit me with a rock
And my brains all over the street
But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down
All over this Esham beat
So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop
If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop
But you could never stop sucker, you could never drop
Wicked clowns cause you know we love to CHOP, CHOP

[Chorus]
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop (Chop, chop!)
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) Swing, swing, swing, and chop, chop, chop
(Got to be funky) (Chop, chop!)

[Outro]
(Got to be funky) I'm gonna ride this, wicked funky
(Got to be funky) I'm gonna ride this, wicked funky
(Got to be funky) I'm gonna ride this, wicked funky
(Got to be funky) Chop! Chop!
(Got to be funky) I'm gonna ride this, wicked funky
(Got to be funky) I'm gonna ride this, wicked funky
(Got to be funky) I'm gonna ride this, wicked funky
(Got to be funky) Chop! Chop!
(Got to be funky)
(Got to be funky)
(Got to be funky)
(Got to be funky)