When I get to California, I get there (It's on Noize') I get to California Hook me up one of them chicks (Psychoathic) And you get to the Mid-West I'll hook you up with a y'all
He's the visual assassin the mask [unverified] killa him drink a lot but I have yet to see him spill 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 nice old school Lego's What's up holmes? a West-Coast loadie My rhyme is nice, slow and
See all these Psycho Bitches gettin' so damn FBI got us all down as radicals Government officials takin' long sabbaticals Dog Boy Rock the mic and something classical
I'm the kings [unverified] state to state Dog Boy [unverified] set the straight Fuck bullshit that never went down So we come as one to up your town
It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, klowns Blowin' smoke rings the Kottonmouth Kings Comin', Faygo on your town And all of things
It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Comin', Faygo on your town And all of things
the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns Blowin' smoke rings the Kottonmouth Kings Comin', throwin' Faygo on your And all of things
Noize Records teamin' up with Psychopathic Richter let 'em who Juggalo I got your back kid Kottonmouth Ninjas tunes with ICP D-Loc the mic and pass me the weed
Kottonmouth and ICP We the West, they from the East a bag of keif and a box of spliffs We mast your city like robotic beasts
See all [unverified] robots the masses I watch the world through Faygo glasses Kings and the klowns sellouts like acid Like cum on tongue shit is getting kind of drastic
To all who think this is a joke Grab the Faygo you start to choke In the pit at a show summertime A million Juggalos to your fuckin' mind
To all unbelievers who think this is a Grab the Faygo you start to choke In the pit at a come summertime A million Juggalos to your fuckin' mind
To all unbelievers who think this is a the Faygo when you start to choke In the pit at a show come A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin'
To all unbelievers who think this is a the Faygo when you start to choke In the pit at a show summertime A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin'
True is back, you better believe Kings, ICP We from the West, they from the True terror is back, you better
True is back, you better believe Kings, ICP We from the West, they from the terror is back, you better believe
True is back, you better believe Kings, ICP We from the West, they from the terror is back, you better believe
Violent J and Shaggy in the place And cleared the room out like waste likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings They smoke buds, I smoke little things I'm a base-head feinding for change, ah And I'm
So in I'll put you in a torcher rack And blew nut bag around like a hacky sack I told you the world and I meant it I owe the Government money but I it
I bought a hooker and her in my truck Yo, she probably had syphilis, I give a though I'm die, hell, we're all gonna die You think the Juggalo a damn? Bye I'm going off a nuclear time bomb tick, boom, motherfucker
It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket Blowin' smoke rings with the 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 town And all types of
the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns Blowin' smoke rings with the Kings Comin' throwin' on your town And all of things
It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings Comin' Faygo on your town And all types of
terror is back, you better believe Kings, ICP We from the West, they from the True terror is back, you believe
True terror is back, you better Kings, ICP We the West, they from the East True terror is back, you better