Wagon Wagon Lyrics

"If I'm gonna die 
I'm going out riding the wagon" 

Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon 
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin 
On a piece of string, they flop around and fling 
Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing 
It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw 
Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too 
Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car 
Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell 
And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers 
You seem to be the kill joy 
So get your ass in fat boy 
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster 
With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master 
And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off 
And your funky ass body gets dropped off 
In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin 
Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the... 

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Don't miss your chance 

The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire 
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire 
And it's muffling the sounds 
Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo 
Some say it's just a hearse, but it's much worse 
It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse 
Long, dark, very spooky scary 
I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why 
Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone 
I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns 
Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn 
Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn 
Ah, boom, aboockaboomba 
We do the dance of the death until you get in the car 
Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it 
Say the joker did it in the... 

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Now, here's your chance 

We don't do drive-by's in the wagon 
Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass 
And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside 
Told you seventeen but I lied 
Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild 
I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle 
I play the organ like an old mental case 
I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass 
In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window 
And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo 
But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there 
Puffin on a Jim Square 
Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling 
Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling 
Out the back with your neck in a rut 
Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my... 

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... 
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin 
It's your last chance