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Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse


Background information
Origin Delray, Detroit, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Psychopathic Records
Associated acts Esham
Twiztid
Psychopathic Rydas
Dark Lotus
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Anybody Killa
DJ Clay
Kottonmouth Kings
Soopa Villainz
Website Website
Members
Violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope
Former members
John Kickjazz
Greez-E



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Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

"Rollin' Over" lyrics



[intro]
Rolin' over, Hell muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your
muthafuckin' face. Rollin'
over. I look up ther's still so far to go? Wicked clowns got that real shit.
What up though.

[verse 1]
I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegesies, got a shiny ass V
on my cheast wut up
i'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headless
i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we the baddest here to sever your
melon it's wicked
shit that we sellin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch slap now
nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the walls shaggy 2 dope
in this muthafucka.
You talkin through your but cause silence is for suckers. So i'm out there
throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare like a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody wicked like me i
do this terrifically
and my mutahfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree so clown love bitch, I seen
it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour clown love in your city.

[Chorus 1]
Rollin' over, i look up there's still so far to go, so much time, Rollin over, I
look up there's
still so far to go, it's yo time, Rollin over, I look up there's still so far to
go, so much time,
Rollin' over, I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.

[Verse 2]
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm blowin' red lights and bet i'm
blowin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outlaw. painted up and packin the bombs I stomp
preps in the streets and
sound fire alarms bitch run for your life we keep it wicked and scary, and we
welcome to our world
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls and
got a thre foot dick for
all your chick jaws. Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle someone, maybe
it's accustom gotta
get it done, I live like that spirits haunting me like that, i'm lost in the
ougi board ain't never

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