Slappy The Happy Killer Clown Lyrics

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Slappy The Happy Killer Clown Lyrics

[Refrain]

We finnin' to get these motherfuckas

Eh eh man, what's up nigga? [sirens]

   You motherfucka! [gunshots]

Take that motherfuckas!



[Aceyalone]

I creep from out the woodworks, where they can't run

Jumpin' out a clown car, with a paint gun

95 rappers deep, and we still coming

Make you want to grab your heat, or maybe keep running

Yo baby keep it runnin' we about to regulate!

If I ain't back in five minutes, evacuate

Blow up the place 'cause I'm sho' 'gon blow the spot

I hope my mic's close, 'cause that's all I got

And my balls and my words and my many styles

That's why y'all 'bout to get served right now

I got surveillance, on you and your assailants

I smell the fragrance, of a foul MC flagrant

I come for the jabberjaws, and blabbermouths

Split 'em, tongue and cheek, turn a rapper out

Inside out show 'em, what you're made of

It ain't no love, when push comes to shove



[Refrain]



I supersoak they sucka ass with a rainwater gun

Claim that they wanted heat, so I brought 'em some

Caught his ass in traffic, remained very calm

Hit him with a matchstick, and a cherrybomb

He ducked the first shot banked into a parking lot

He hit the curb- damn look how high that car can hop!

The transmission did a bellyflop on the ground

Both of the front tires blew and he spinned around

Doors flew open and they all started splittin' up

So I pulled out the babyface and started spittin' up

I guess you thought everything was all fine and dandy

That's why I had to lay your ass on this cotton candy

All I remember was.. chaos in the shopping center

A crashed car with little Jack on the antenna

And all he seen was a clown face in the crowd

And somebody in his ear laughin' hella loud



[Refrain]



I caught him at the carnival, on my home turf

Right up in the audience, at the Greatest Show on Earth

Loaded up the human cannon, and put the homie in

Shot his ass to his seat, to get his ass again

25 gumballs, in a tubesock

Beat him like he stole some'm, until the dude dropped

Tie him up with licorice, he's gettin' a little scratchy

Slap him up and gag his ass, with a handful of taffy

Put him on a unicycle, and send him down a hill

Put a nose and wig on him, so we can clown for real

Got a problem come to me, or go to Bozo

Krusty or my homie Homey, and that's fo' sho' though



[Refrain]