Luyện nghe bài hát Wicket Klownz

When I get to California, when I get
(It's on Noize')
I get to California
Hook me up one of them chicks
(Psychoathic)
And when you get to the
I'll hook you up with a juggalette

He's the visual assassin the mask [unverified] killa
Seen him drink a lot but I have yet to see him a drop
He rap to hip-hop in his
Try and battle Pak, he'll fuckin' you're ass apart

I my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo
My flow connect like old school Lego's
up holmes? Just a West-Coast loadie
My rhyme is nice, slow and

See all these Psycho Bitches so damn fanatical
FBI got us all listed down as
Government officials takin' long sabbaticals
Dog Boy Rock the mic and something classical

I'm with the [unverified] state to state
Dog Boy [unverified] set the record
Fuck that bullshit that went down
So we come as one to fuck up town

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, klowns
Blowin' rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your
And all types of

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth
Comin', throwin' Faygo on town
And all of things

the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on town
And all of things

Suburban Noize Records teamin' up Psychopathic
Richter let 'em know who I got your back kid
Kottonmouth rocking tunes with ICP
grab the mic and pass me the weed

Kottonmouth and ICP
We the West, they from the East
With a bag of keif and a box of
We mast through your city like beasts

See all [unverified] robots followin' the
I watch the world through Faygo glasses
Kings and the klowns droppin' like acid
Like cum on your tongue shit is kind of drastic

To all unbelievers who think is a joke
the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show summertime
A million Juggalos to blow fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you to choke
In the pit at a show come
A million Juggalos to blow fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who this is a joke
Grab the Faygo you start to choke
In the pit at a show summertime
A million to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a
Grab the Faygo when you start to
In the pit at a show summertime
A million Juggalos to your fuckin' mind

terror is back, you better believe
Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the
True is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better
Kings, ICP
We from the West, from the East
terror is back, you better believe

True is back, you better believe
Kings, ICP
We from the West, from the East
True is back, you better believe

Violent J and Shaggy in the place
And cleared the room out like waste
Nobody likes us but the Kings
They smoke buds, I smoke little white
I'm a base-head feinding for change, ah
And I'm

So walk in put you in a torcher rack
And blew your nut bag around like a sack
I you fuck the world and I meant it
I owe the Government but I spent it

I a hooker and banged her in my truck
Yo, she probably had syphilis, I give a fuck
I'm gonna die, hell, we're all die
You think the give a damn? Bye
I'm going off like a time bomb
tick, boom, motherfucker

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, klowns
Blowin' smoke rings the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on town
And all of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your
And all types of

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth
throwin' Faygo on your town
And all of things

the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kings
Comin' Faygo on your town
And all of things

True terror is back, you better
Kings, ICP
We from the West, they the East
terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better
Kings, ICP
We the West, they from the East
terror is back, you better believe