"Jump Around" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE
Yo THIS is for my Ninjas
REAL ninjas
Who ain't afraid to get loony
Get LOONY!
Get up, BITCH!
Get Loony
Pull it out, stab it in, let me begin
Cut under the chin, fresh out the loony bin
You don't want me to act up, punk better back up
Swingin my axe everybody gets hacked up
Get up, stand up, bloodying my hands up
Can't control the feelin' here come a wig peelin
I can chop a hater up even though I'm drunk
Yo, I'll stab 'em in the eye and then take the punks home
Freak show, funkin', bodies in the trunk'in
Pull a drive by on the cops at a Dunkin'
Donuts shop, My hatchet go chop
Guts hit the floor, I'm losin it and I won't stop
[Chorus:]
I came here to clown, I came here to clown
Lets get lunatic and jump around!
Jump around
Jump around, jump up and down like a clown
GET LOONY
Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
Jump
GET LOONY
Jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump
GET LOONY
I'll serve your ass like a rabid chef
If your girl steps up, I'll stab her to death
Word to your mother, A scrub from the gutter
That'll cut through your neck, hot knife through butter
I turn the moon off and dance in the darkness
Choke the life, right up out of your carcass
I got sick jokes for you, there not fun
Fuck you in the ass with a shotgun
I plead insanity, and shout to the death
Bet I bust a "WOO" with my last breath
Tell me to chill, I don't think I will
'Cause when I shoot the shit, I shoot to kill
[Chorus:]
I came here to clown, I came here to clown
Lets get lunatic and jump around!
Jump around
Jump around, jump up and down like a clown
GET LOONY
Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
Jump
GET LOONY
Jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump
GET LOONY
[Bridge:]
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig but I eat pig slop
I swing a chainsaw through the brains and all
Veins and jaws, slurp it all through a straw
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one torture and yo then I might switch
It up up and around then buck buck ya down
Put your head up and you wake up in the dawn of the dead
I'm comin to get ya, My hatchet'll split ya
Twist off your head and snap a picture with ya
They found ya in a ditch and said that I bit ya
But just like me it was the rythm that hit ya
[Chorus]
Dedicated to the FBI
In the ballsack
PUNKS
From the juggalos
The "gang"
