Pushin' WC
Oh my god, holy shit, what the fuck.
Creepin' off in this bitch, I got the stick and the drum.
Super wicked shit, chin music in the trunk.
Hatchet out the window, middle finger to the sun.
Axe on my hip, ready to slit, chop, chop.
Love to pull out guts with the blood, can't stop.
Psychopathic with it since the midget born to rock.
Head bangin' and weed slangin' up on the block.
Come on up out of the darkness Lecter, Rise from the tomb.
Fuck the Earth down to it's core, creampied to the moon.
In full bloom of her womb, it's too soon, but past due.
Bloody it up like Ragu, hurry it up bitch, I'm through.
Cause when the sickness kick in, the plot begins to thicken.
Harvest the crops and regen, fuck the cops and they kin.
We can't be stopped, no peekin'.
Wicked clown shit, wicked clown shit.
Juggalo till the end muhfucka.
I'm movin' commas around, I'm pushin' WC
We rollin' deep up in yo town, Pushin' WC
Fuckin with the wicked clowns, Pushin' WC
Pushin' WC, Pu-Pushin' WC
Cut my teeth on Milenko
Psychopathic before I dropped my balls.
This is no illusion just a delusion
Nothing but reality up in these halls
Good god man, the gall, he's making, her crawl.
This loser fuck face, know it all
done turned ya baby mama into his thrall.
Dead Body bully from the bitty who askin'
Ancient knowledge from the Serpent not lackin'
Droku on my six, call it wicked back packin'.
Steady dropping bodies yea that's my passion.
Load up the clip at a bigot I'm blastin'.
Creepin' off in this bitch, I got the stick and the drum.
Super wicked shit, chin music in the trunk.
Hatchet out the window, middle finger to the sun.
Axe on my hip, ready to slit, chop, chop.
Love to pull out guts with the blood, can't stop.
Psychopathic with it since the midget born to rock.
Head bangin' and weed slangin' up on the block.
Come on up out of the darkness Lecter, Rise from the tomb.
Fuck the Earth down to it's core, creampied to the moon.
In full bloom of her womb, it's too soon, but past due.
Bloody it up like Ragu, hurry it up bitch, I'm through.
Cause when the sickness kick in, the plot begins to thicken.
Harvest the crops and regen, fuck the cops and they kin.
We can't be stopped, no peekin'.
Wicked clown shit, wicked clown shit.
Juggalo till the end muhfucka.
I'm movin' commas around, I'm pushin' WC
We rollin' deep up in yo town, Pushin' WC
Fuckin with the wicked clowns, Pushin' WC
Pushin' WC, Pu-Pushin' WC
Cut my teeth on Milenko
Psychopathic before I dropped my balls.
This is no illusion just a delusion
Nothing but reality up in these halls
Good god man, the gall, he's making, her crawl.
This loser fuck face, know it all
done turned ya baby mama into his thrall.
Dead Body bully from the bitty who askin'
Ancient knowledge from the Serpent not lackin'
Droku on my six, call it wicked back packin'.
Steady dropping bodies yea that's my passion.
Load up the clip at a bigot I'm blastin'.
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Writer(s): Joshua Parra
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