Luyện nghe bài hát Wicket Klownz

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

He's the visual assassin with the mask [unverified]
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 tear you're ass apart

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

See all these Psycho Bitches gettin' so damn
FBI got us all down as radicals
Government takin' life long sabbaticals
Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something

I'm the kings [unverified] state to state
Dog Boy [unverified] set the straight
Fuck that bullshit that never down
So we come as one to fuck up your

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket
smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your
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 types of

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

Suburban Noize Records teamin' up with
Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got back kid
Kottonmouth Ninjas tunes with ICP
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the

Kings and ICP
We from the West, they the East
With a bag of and a box of spliffs
We mast through city like robotic beasts

See all [unverified] robots the masses
I watch the through Faygo fizzin' glasses
Kings and the droppin' sellouts like acid
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting of drastic

To all who think this 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 this is a
Grab the Faygo when you to choke
In the pit at a come summertime
A million to blow your fuckin' mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

So walk in 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 money but I spent it

I bought a hooker and her in my truck
Yo, she had syphilis, I give a fuck though
I'm gonna die, hell, all gonna die
You think the Juggalo give a Bye
I'm going off a nuclear time bomb
Tick tick, boom,

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

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

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

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

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

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