Thug Pit (Remix)

[Intro: Violent J]
Hallowicked Wonka, family

[Violent J]
I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then?)
I split some craniums in half and caved a few in
Before long I'm standin' there alone, I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham

[Layzie Bone]
Incoming, 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 doe for the wicked wonka, Halloween

[Violent J]
Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day
'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day, we give away hey
But we already millionaire rapper hater slappers
Wicked shit believe it though, we tight like alligator snappers

[Layzie Bone]
Don't run dawg, we gun clappers
Bitch nigga slappers and ho mackers
City street slicked rappers but better known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham and let it loose to they spine

[Bridge: Judge D, Shaggy 2 Dope]
An we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
It's wicked when you walking within the thug pit
Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
At 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 the 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 these hatchets and swingin' them
Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
Treating fake thugs like a ho, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!)

[D-Loc]
Now 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]
Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same
Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game (Bitch)
Every year we lace the stage with the wickedness
It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try and get with us

[Tech N9ne]
It's that nigga that be on blood shit
Tech Nina off in a thug pit
Fuck with the KMK
ICP, Bone and you'll get drug bitch
Celebrating for Samhein
If you don't wanna come
With the wickedness, a nigga wanna slam Strange
I don't wanna hear a damn thang

[Daddy-X]
Mashing off from city to city, we smokin' fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties, fucking and sucking on titties
Duckin' and dodgin' the coppers, ain't no one out there that can stop us
Dropping that shit that be popping, making it hotter and hotter

[Tech N9ne]
We man handle them, fucking and crushing on man's camera
Busting bright red bandanas, bitch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it, wanna show a nigga how she lick it?
Motherfucker this is how we kick it, thug whiling on Hallowicked

[Jonny Richter]
And it's so fine fine, toking 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

[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Violent J]
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
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 nigga brain
When I step on the plate
Guard your grill, cause when my niggas start to ill
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, scheming for my loot
They get nothing but dick, and a steel-toed boot

[Esham]
Bitch, boo, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my .380 looking for babies
If I catch you trick-or-treatin' I'ma snatch your bag
Chop your head off and do you like I did the last fag

[Daddy-X]
We drinking drank (Drank), we smoking dank (Dank)
Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tank)
We dropping bombs, underground bombs
Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on

[Esham]
I'ma get dirty first, October 31st
The Mossburdy burst, so tell me what's worse
The murder I got in this thug pit bottomless
Happy Halloween, 'cause we be the rottenest

[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Violent J]
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split

[Outro: Judge D]
Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
And we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'
Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonkin'