Bring It On Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse - Bring It On Lyrics

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Bring It On Lyrics

Bring It On 

Welcome everyone to the big show 

Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival 

Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads 

Show respect your amongst the dead 



Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks 

Ain't shit changed bitch, check us 

Detroit, Southwest murderers die 

The greatest spectical under the sky 



5 Cards came and made they mark 

From moon you gone down platin park 

Fuck the drum kits, xylaphone, chello 

I'm a wicked clown bitch "hello" 



Everbody come jump in our rides 

Bring you and your fat ass bitch in side 

Wagons, tents are swept of a breeze 

Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka 



BRING IT ON 

BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT (x7) 

BRING IT, BRING IT (x2) 



Violent J, Shaggy serial killers with style 

Fashion of the 2000 and beyond 



Voodoo, chicken and magical wands 

Dead bigots, face down in the ponds 

Broken neck with the flick of our wrist 

All this playa hatin gettin me pissed 



Fat chick, skinny chick, chicky chick hoe 

Swishers, Faygo's and Kung Foo blow's 

If Jake jeckel drop 88 card 

No more chicks just sizlin balls 



I'll hypnotize ya like a vampire 

Bite your neck and set your head on fire 

Shoot me with silver bullets OK 

I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid 



Here try my liquarish treat 

I know dead folk that chew they feet 

Carnival moves in shadow of time 

And he's runnin a little behind, bitch 



BRING IT ON 

BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT (x7) 

BRING IT, BRING IT (x2) 



Insane Clown Posse ICP 

Axe murdering done with a touch of detroit class 



Jeckel Drop ball 

Shangrila die 



1 for your greed 

2 for your lies 



Jeckel Drop ball 

Shangrila die 



1 for your greed 

2 for your lies 



Shaggs 2 Dope serial killah 

Axe murder boy, wig cap peelah 

I can wear a philly jacket and look fresh 

I'm pimpin like David Caresh...was 



People think I got bombs in my locka 

Teachers try to open it up, I'M A SOCK HER 

Get the Fuck back and leave me alone 

Before I have to come to your home, and see ya 



Wind me up and I can do flips 

And put the smack down on your lips 

Billy Boy Rude and Jump Steady Tom Tubs 

Stephan Legs, Double A got love 



Drinkin Moon Mist carnival bar 

Got folk love, people love whatever you are 

Fork side ways I'm a jugglin man 

Can't nothin reign bitch 



BRING IT ON 

BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT, BRING IT (x7) 

BRING IT, BRING IT (x2)