What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick   Killed the little prick, him and his chick   Tried to be slick but you ain't no slinky   You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie      I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown   Break it on down, it's murder go round   What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya   If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya      Once upon a time in the ghetto zone   A ten-foot lead pipe slapped on my dome   I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head   Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said      Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways   Then he grabbed my finger and he said, "Crime pays"   Swung on his pipe once again for the road   "Hold up, dawg," uh, this shit gets old      Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull   I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw   Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?   How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay      There he sits, so I knock on the door   Pops opened up, pops hit the floor   Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget   Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it, it's the murder go round      Murder go round, murder go round   How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?   Murder go round, murder go round   How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?      Murder go round, murder go round   How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?   Murder go round, murder go round   How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?      Murder go round, murder go round   How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?   Murder go round, murder go round   How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?      Murder go round