Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
"Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-Willy Bubba Lyrics"
Your Loves Supreme Lyrics
(chante moore kenneth crouch, kipper jones) Your love's supreme (your love's supreme), It's the best thing (it's the best thing), Your love's supreme (your love's supreme), Your love's supreme. How can i love you (love you), let me start counting now, All of the ways that you're
(chante moore kenneth crouch, kipper jones) Your love's supreme (your love's supreme), It's the best thing (it's the best thing), Your love's supreme (your love's supreme), Your love's supreme. How can i love you (love you), let me start counting now, All of the ways that you're
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Willy Bubba
Welcome Willy I'll be your teacher
My name is Mrs. Felbee
Well I dropped out of school but I still hang in the halls
So there I was you never guess what I saw Maybe a chicken,
I thought it was a duck But it was a redneck fuck,
so I walked up Hey Willy Bubba, Hubba, Bubba, Lubba
My name is Violent J but my homies call me chicken pluka
I been down with the clown since day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plukin to do
In these parts we tie you to the desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest
Fist to your chin, kicks to your head
Last year we killed a kid dead, haa (oh my fault)
Walked into school there's hay in the hallway
Leadin to your locker Walk up and sock ya
Then bounce your head around the classroom and act nutty
The teacher walks in and asks everybody
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did yo kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! (x2)
Willy, Willy, Bubba, Hubba, Lubba, Dubba, Dilly
Tell me why you talk to silly, bitch
You sound like you came from he land of the bigot's
Jolly your dickens The land of the chickens
I guess you in season,
I'm packin me a 44 Barrels to your head,
and blow your face out your ass hole POW! bitch
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope I'm commin for your kid folk
You get your chin broke And don't cry, and run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck ass speech
If she could, she w
Heads Explode Lyrics
Heads Explode Dracula2000 (Dracula2000) Keep that thing in your pants You got nothing for me, no Your sister knows how to dance And she might be more my speed, yeah She moves just like a panther baby, I'll bet you never knew and I say This is how we'd go about it to make
ouldn't do a thang Heads Explode Dracula2000 (Dracula2000) Keep that thing in your pants You got nothing for me, no Your sister knows how to dance And she might be more my speed, yeah She moves just like a panther baby, I'll bet you never knew and I say This is how we'd go about it to make
Cuz she's my bitch and she loves to suck my Wang
You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick
You too slow Willy, cuz you a fat bitch
I caught you and got my hands all bloody
Teacher walks in and asks everybody
(x2) Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! (x2)
Ahh, check it out Lets play Willy Bubba And kill the Willy Bubba (x9)