Thug Pit

歌詞

"Layzie Bone" Wicked Wonka, baby "Violent J" Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka....just 18 months "Violent J" I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then??) I split some craniums in half And caved a few in Before long I'm standing there alone I shut the party down For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham "Layzie Bone" In...coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe For the wicked wonka, Halloween "Violent J" Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day 'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day We give away hey But we already millionare rapper Hater slappers, wicked shit believe it though We tight like alligator snappers "Layzie Bone" Don't run dawg, we gun clappers Bitch nigga slappers and hoe mackers City street slicked rappers But better known as wig crackers Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne Cock it back for Esham And let it loose to they spine "Bridge: Judge D, Shaggy 2 Dope" An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin' "It's wicked when you walking Within the thug pit) Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin' "At this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) "D-Loc" Who the motherfucker in the pit talking shit? (Shit!) Who the motherfucker that want the wig split? (Split!) Who the motherfucker that's down for the krown? (Krown!) Who the motherfucker in here right now? "Shaggy 2 Dope" Shaggy jumps in the pit With these hatchets and swingin' them Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) "D-Loc" What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime Then run down the line, damn right I'm getting mine With a fine ass bitch, getting head, sipping wine "Shaggy 2 Dope" Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us "Tech N9ne" It's that nigga that be on blood shit Tech Nina off in a thug pit Fuck with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get drug bitch Celebrating for Samhein (Witch Killaz) If you don't wanna come with the wickedness A nigga wanna slam Strange I don't wanna hear a damn thang "Daddy-X" Mashing off from city to city We sparking fifties and fifties Crashing after parties Fucking and sucking on titties Ducking and dodging the coppers Ain't no one out there that can stop us Dropping that shit that be popping Making it hotter and hotter "Tech N9ne" We man handle them Fucking and crushing on man's camera Busting bright red bandanas Bitch where was your antennas? When I was trying to stick it Wanna show a nigga how she lick it? Motherfucker this is how we kick it Thug whiling on Hallowicked "Jonny Richter" Bud so fine fine, toking all kinds With Tech N9ne, getting more love Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings "Hook: Layzie Bone & Violent J" It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings!) "It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit "In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit "It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit "In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) "Krayzie Bone" It's mista sawed off leatherface I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain When I step on the plate Guard your grill, cause when my niggaz start to ill It's hard to chill Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real (Whoa!) "Daddy-X" I ain't got a million dollars bitch I'm fucking broke Spending all my change on that endo smoke All the bitches on the road, scheming for my loot They get nothing but dick, and a steel toed boot "Esham" Fuck Proof, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady If I catch him at the shelter imma pull his file Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile "Daddy-X" We drinking drank (Drank) We smoking dank (Dank) Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tank) We dropping bombs, underground bombs Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on "Hook #2: Layzie Bone & Judge D" It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit "An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin') We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit "Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin') "Hook # 1: Layzie Bone & Violent J" It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit "It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit "In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split) "Violent J" Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you "Layzie Bone" We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit