Thug Pit (Remix)
(专辑: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 4 - 2005)
[Violent J:] Hallowicked Wonka, family 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:] Incoming, 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 millionaire 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 ho 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 [Judge D:] An we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonking [Shaggy 2
Dope:] It's wicked when you walking within the
thug pit [Judge D:] Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonking [Shaggy 2
Dope:] 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 swinging them Strictly for the
purpose of splitting some craniums Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though Treating fake thugs like a
ho, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc:] Now 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 (Bitch) Every year we lace the
stage with the
wickedness It's the
wicked-wicky wonka, baby try and 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 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 smoking 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:] And it's 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 [Layzie Bone:] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the
thug pit [Violent J:] It's wicked wicked wonkin within the
thug pit [Layzie Bone:] We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit [Violent J:] In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split [Layzie Bone:] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the
thug pit [Violent J:] It's wicked wicked wonkin within the
thug pit [Layzie Bone:] We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit [Violent J:] In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split [Krayzie Bone:] It's mister sawed off leatherface I
bring the
pain, and bang a
nigga brain When I
step on the
plate Guard your grill, cause when my niggas start to ill It's hard to chill Motherfuckers end up in the
graveyard for real [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:] Bitch, boo, every Halloween, I
dress like a
bag lady Then I
ride around with my .380 looking for babies If I
catch you trick-or-treating I'ma snatch your bag Chop your head off and do you like I
did the
last fag [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 [Esham:] I'ma get dirty first, October 31st The
Mossburdy burst, so tell me what's worse The
murder I
got in this thug pit bottomless Happy Halloween, 'cause we be the
rottenest [Layzie Bone:] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the
thug pit [Violent J:] It's wicked wicked wonkin within the
thug pit [Layzie Bone:] We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit [Violent J:] In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split [Layzie Bone:] It ain't nowhere to run when you in the
thug pit [Violent J:] It's wicked wicked wonkin within the
thug pit [Layzie Bone:] We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit [Violent J:] In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split [Judge D:] Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonking Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonking And we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonking Yeah we mashing, we stomping, we wicked wicked wonking