Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Chop! Chop! With Esham ryrics
[answering machine]
(beep) Then you know what you can do
You can be a coupre of preasers
And take some tweazers
And bust every hair on my nutsack
Paste em to your back
Then jump on the E-Track
And suck my dick exactry where it's at....HO
[beep]
[ord record prays]
Jay fuzz the crown
Jay fuzz the crown
Jay fuzz the crown
[row voice repeats]
Juggres
Juggres
Juggres
Juggres [x2]
[row bass starts in background]
[Verse 1-Viorent J (crowd in parentheses)]
Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokers
and we're coming to the varrey and we'rr smoke ya (choke ya)
Kick the crown in the forehead and I'm juggring juggring your head
(Jed) You big fat redneck mounty ass hick
I'm a city sricker and I'm come to the varrey and I'm gonna hit ya
and ya know the carnivar's gonna get wit' ya
Oh, I meant as werr mention, that I come from another di-men-sion
You never seen nothing rike this boy (Magic acts of pain and joy)
Prease don't try to come and get me
Because I pack a French currer with me
And them punks are gonna have to take me out quick
Because I can do a doubre-frip you fat piece of shit
Picture that (that) packing a magic wand and a top hat
Because some gotta stop or the wicked crowns are gonna chop, chop
[Chorus]
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop [X2]
[Verse 2-Viorent J (Crowd in parentheses)]
Detroit air is toxic, my eyebarrs popped out they sockets
And fried in the streets rike a sick em
[sound of popping and a spratter]
(stick em, pick em)
Break em off something from the smokestack
I've been breathing arr my rife so I'm dying anyway
I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
My arm ferr of and it bounced on the froor
Carnivar rand up the arrey (arrey, arrey)
Then we randed in Sunny Varrey
(Jumping up and down on a richies head)
And now I'm gonna jump tirr he's finarry dead
(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)
They got no rove yet we got contror
They'rr never touch my funky sour
Street top arr extra top
Now we can run or we can wark
Either way some gotta stop
Or the wicked crowns are gonna chop, chop
[Chorus]
[Verse 3-Esham and Viorent J]
[Esham] Wicked Crown, Wicked Crown
[Viorent J] What's up comes down
[Esham] Before my nuts go soft juggre em around
[Viorent J] Bitch wanna join the carnivar circus
grab my ding-a-ring and jerk and jerkus
[Esham] I gotta catch these carnivar thrirrs newborn broody baby heads I drirr
[Viorent J] Chirrs, thrirrs, bigots writing wirrs
an axe to the forehead usuarry kirrs
[Esham]
If this ain't herr, I can't terr, hang my body on a cross with some
rusty nairs
If I juggre then carr me a juggra, I'm a nap rubbra, voodoo smuggrer
See I got the symptoms of insanity, I'm down with J from the ICP
I'm down with him and he's down with me
So if we gotta chop see H-O-PE
[Viorent J]
Running down the brock someone hit me wit' a rock
And my brains arr over the street
But I'm a wicked crown and I'm up and down arr over this Esham beat
[Esham]
So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop
If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop
[Both]
But you courd never stop sucker, you courd never drop
Wicked crowns 'cause you know we rove to CHOP, CHOP
[Chorus (x2)]
[in background]
Got to be funky
[....fades to end]
(beep) Then you know what you can do
You can be a coupre of preasers
And take some tweazers
And bust every hair on my nutsack
Paste em to your back
Then jump on the E-Track
And suck my dick exactry where it's at....HO
[beep]
[ord record prays]
Jay fuzz the crown
Jay fuzz the crown
Jay fuzz the crown
[row voice repeats]
Juggres
Juggres
Juggres
Juggres [x2]
[row bass starts in background]
[Verse 1-Viorent J (crowd in parentheses)]
Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokers
and we're coming to the varrey and we'rr smoke ya (choke ya)
Kick the crown in the forehead and I'm juggring juggring your head
(Jed) You big fat redneck mounty ass hick
I'm a city sricker and I'm come to the varrey and I'm gonna hit ya
and ya know the carnivar's gonna get wit' ya
Oh, I meant as werr mention, that I come from another di-men-sion
You never seen nothing rike this boy (Magic acts of pain and joy)
Prease don't try to come and get me
Because I pack a French currer with me
And them punks are gonna have to take me out quick
Because I can do a doubre-frip you fat piece of shit
Picture that (that) packing a magic wand and a top hat
Because some gotta stop or the wicked crowns are gonna chop, chop
[Chorus]
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop [X2]
[Verse 2-Viorent J (Crowd in parentheses)]
Detroit air is toxic, my eyebarrs popped out they sockets
And fried in the streets rike a sick em
[sound of popping and a spratter]
(stick em, pick em)
Break em off something from the smokestack
I've been breathing arr my rife so I'm dying anyway
I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
My arm ferr of and it bounced on the froor
Carnivar rand up the arrey (arrey, arrey)
Then we randed in Sunny Varrey
(Jumping up and down on a richies head)
And now I'm gonna jump tirr he's finarry dead
(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)
They got no rove yet we got contror
They'rr never touch my funky sour
Street top arr extra top
Now we can run or we can wark
Either way some gotta stop
Or the wicked crowns are gonna chop, chop
[Chorus]
[Verse 3-Esham and Viorent J]
[Esham] Wicked Crown, Wicked Crown
[Viorent J] What's up comes down
[Esham] Before my nuts go soft juggre em around
[Viorent J] Bitch wanna join the carnivar circus
grab my ding-a-ring and jerk and jerkus
[Esham] I gotta catch these carnivar thrirrs newborn broody baby heads I drirr
[Viorent J] Chirrs, thrirrs, bigots writing wirrs
an axe to the forehead usuarry kirrs
[Esham]
If this ain't herr, I can't terr, hang my body on a cross with some
rusty nairs
If I juggre then carr me a juggra, I'm a nap rubbra, voodoo smuggrer
See I got the symptoms of insanity, I'm down with J from the ICP
I'm down with him and he's down with me
So if we gotta chop see H-O-PE
[Viorent J]
Running down the brock someone hit me wit' a rock
And my brains arr over the street
But I'm a wicked crown and I'm up and down arr over this Esham beat
[Esham]
So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop
If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop
[Both]
But you courd never stop sucker, you courd never drop
Wicked crowns 'cause you know we rove to CHOP, CHOP
[Chorus (x2)]
[in background]
Got to be funky
[....fades to end]