Wagon Wagon

If I'm gonna die. I'm going out riding the wagon.

(Violent J)
Here it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Sagging
Lagging
Dead bodies dragging
On a piece of string
They flop around and fling
Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing
It's the Insane Clown Posse coming through
Looking for the hickies
And the prickies
And your ass, too
Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car
Don't matter who you are
We going straight to Hell
And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers
You seem to be the killjoy
So get your ass in, fat boy
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
And get your motherfucking windpipe chopped off
And your funky ass body gets dropped off
In the gutter, the wheels keep rolling
Throwing heads out the back
Nugget bowling from the...

(Chorus)
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Are you down with the clown, with clown love, ride the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Don't miss your chance

(Violent J)
The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk
next to the spare tire
And it's muffling the sounds
Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds
Yo, some say it's just a hearse
But it's much worse
It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse
Long, dark, very spooky scary
I drink an old 40 bottle full of Bloody Mary
Why? Cause I'm Violent J, sick in the nugbone
I make strange sounds
Clowns with frowns
Break it on down
Break it up till the break of dawn
Look out your window, it's the wagon in your front lawn
Ah, boom, aboockaboomba
We do the dance of the death until you get to the car
And then I pull your tongue and out slap ya in the face with it
Say the Joker did it
In the...

(Chorus)
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
If you gotta minute why don't you stop on in and ride the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Now, here's your chance

(Violent J)
We don't do drive-by's in the wagon
Instead we just get out and stab your fucking ass
And it ain't no telling how many clowns inside
Told you seventeen, but I lied
Cause I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild
I caught a wild deer, rode it home from Bell Isle
I play the organ like an old mental case
I can freak the cello, like Chris Kelly on bass
In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window
And when I roll the window down, you can smell indo
But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there
Puffing on a Jim Square
Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling
Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling
Out the back with your neck in a rut
Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my...

(Chorus)
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
Your mama is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
If you missed your bus, don't be afriad,
come and ride the...
Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging
It's your last chance