Thug Pit

"Layzie Bone"
 Wicked Wonka, baby
 "Violent J"
 Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka... just 18 months
 "Violent J"
 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"
 In... coming, 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 millionare 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 hoe 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
 "Bridge: Judge D, Shaggy 2 Dope"
 An we mashing, we stomping
 We wicked wicked wonkin'
 "It's wicked when you walking
 Within the thug pit)
 Yeah we mashing, we stomping
 We wicked wicked wonkin'
 "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 swingin' them
 Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
 Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
 Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!)
 "D-Loc"
 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
 Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness
 It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an 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 (Witch Killaz)
 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 sparking 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"
 Bud 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
 "Hook: Layzie Bone & Violent J"
 It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings!)
 "It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit)
 We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
 "In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
 It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
 "It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit)
 We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
 "In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
 "Krayzie Bone"
 It's mista sawed off leatherface
 I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain
 When I step on the plate
 Guard your grill, cause when my niggaz start to ill
 It's hard to chill
 Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real (Whoa!)
 "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"
 Fuck Proof, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady
 Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady
 If I catch him at the shelter imma pull his file
 Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile
 "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
 "Hook #2: Layzie Bone & Judge D"
 It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
 "An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin')
 We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
 "Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin')
 "Hook # 1: Layzie Bone & Violent J"
 It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
 "It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit)
 We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
 "In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
 "Violent J"
 Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you
 "Layzie Bone"
 We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
 We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit