Freestyle Fellowship

[Refrain]
We finnin to get these motherfuckas
Eh eh man, whats up nigga? [sirens]
You motherfucka! [gunshots]
Take that motherfuckas!
[Aceyalone]
I creep from out the woodworks, where they cant 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 aint back in five minutes, evacuate
Blow up the place cause Im sho gon blow the spot
I hope my mics close, cause thats all I got
And my balls and my words and my many styles
Thats why yall 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 youre made of
It aint 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
Thats 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 somem, until the dude dropped
Tie him up with licorice, hes 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 thats fo sho though
[Refrain]
[ Slappy The Happy Killer Clown Lyrics ]