Who asked You?

Wicked clowns, wicked clowns 
Drank my last cup of dead body stew 
Paint my face, creep up and say BOO! 
Nobody knows what I'm about 
Walk around town with my guts hanging out 
Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes 
Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows 
Why do I do the things that I do? 
Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too 
Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 
Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake 
Daddy walks in and see the sick clown 
Moving his butt-cheeks up and down 
Nate the Mack and Jump Steady 
Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee 
I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks 
And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks 
Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones 
Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones 
Why do we do the things that we do? 
Who the motherfuck asked you, uh? 
Why do we do the things that we do? 
Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue 
Why do we do the things that we do? 
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too 
Never had life, always been dead 
Gotta metal plate in the back of my head 
Lemon drops, lick lollipops 
I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops 
Clown cutters, much clown luv 
Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub 
Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price 
Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops 
Grew another head and I had it lopped off 
But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg) 
Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock 
My dingaling swings when I run down the block 
No, I don't sing in a rock band 
"Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man" 
Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton 
Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping 
Why do we do the things that we do? 
Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? 
Why do we do the things that we do? 
Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue 
Why do we do the things that we do? 
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too


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