Get Ya Wicked On

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
I punch bitches in their fake titties. He does
I got warrants in like eight cities. He does
I like to murder those provokin'. (Damn) He does
I swing quick and leave a motherfucker's throat hangin' open
I drink the blood of a street rat. He does
Yo, Monox Boogie where the weed at
I got 18 plus speed (Uh huh)
With a plus two dagger from the Tomb of Horrors, D&D
We cave heads in with a brick. We do
We fuck hotties with the same dick. (All day) We do
We eat power lines and generators. We do
One time we shut Detroit city off for like 11 hours
We the wickedest; believe that. We do
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that. Shit, he do
We'll rip your head off and swing it by the hair
Until we get blood everywhere. Motherfucker, get ya wicked on

[Chorus]
We know you hate who we are
But even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get they
Wicked on, wicked on, wicked on
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
We know you hate who we are
But even in Shangri-La
A wicked clown gotta get they
Wicked on

[Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
I'll drive a tank through your high school. He does
I let the carnival high rule. (Bow down) He does
I get sick like a crime story. He does
Motherfucker, this the Southwest Side Ghetto Territory
I can make a fist with your neck in it. He can
I need my medication every 20 minutes. He does
I store dead bodies all up under my house and every night
I hear 'em runnin' they mouth and gettin' wicked on me
(nimrev tihs fo eceip uoy ,eid oG)
Day-days on my black hearse. (Damn) We do
Clown love, juggalos first. They do
Red and black skullcaps everywhere with the fresh face paint
(Breathe it in, secondhand smoke) contacts and the Twiztid hair
We find peace at the graveyard. We do
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards (Uno, bitch!) They do
So move out of the way and get out of my path
Or we'll saw your head in half Motherfucker, get ya wicked on