Murder Go Round
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

What can I say man I hit him with the brick
I attacked him with a brick and caused his death.

Killed the little prick him and his chick
I killed him and his girlfriend, who was with him at the time.

Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
He attempted to be cunning, but he was not very skilled in doing so.

You're brinky you're dinky you suck my twinkie
He insults the person, calling them incompetent and implies sexual dominance.

I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
He does not care if he is ridiculed or insulted.

Break it on down it's murder go round
He declares the situation as a cycle of violence and death.

What'cha dishing out I betcha ya it comes back to ya
What one does to others, the same will be done to them.

If you're trying to creep I'd hate to say I never knew ya
If someone is attempting to sneak around, then he will not take responsibility for their consequences.

Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
There was a story that took place in the poor neighbourhood.

A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
He was brutally hit on the head with a metal pipe.

I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
He was left lying on the street, bleeding from his wound.

Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
He sarcastically questions whether he said anything to deserve being hit on the head.

Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
He references gang signs and symbols, implying gang affiliation.

Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays
His attacker implied that participating in criminal activities is profitable.

Swung on his pipe once again for the road
He attacked the person again before leaving the scene.

"Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old
He became tired of the repetitive cycle of violence.

Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
He suffered permanent injury from being hit on the head.

I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw
He plans to attack his enemy with a weapon.

Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
He is looking for his enemy, seeking revenge.

How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
He identifies himself as a member of Insane Clown Posse and warns others not to mess with him.

There he sits so I knock on the door
He goes to his enemy's house to confront him.

Pops opened up, pops hit the floor
He kills his enemy's father upon entering the house.

Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
He strikes his enemy's father twice on the head with an axe.

Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
He dismisses the father's innocence, justifying his brutal murder.

It's the murder go round
He reiterates that this is a never-ending cycle of violence and death.

Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
He describes himself and his friend as driving down Military Street.

Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
They observe gang members and find them intimidating.

Tags up all on the bricks
They see graffiti on the walls.

Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
He names various gangs as examples of the types of graffiti they saw.

We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
He expresses admiration for gang members and hopes they accept him and his friend.

We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
He identifies himself as a member of Insane Clown Posse and calls himself wicked.

I don't understand why some people in town
He is perplexed by people who do not understand or accept him.

We witness your water still southwest down
He accuses an anonymous person of allowing their water to pollute the neighbourhood.

But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
Someone has ridiculed him and he is angry about it.

But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G
He repeats his identity as a member of Insane Clown Posse.

Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
Someone attempted to shoot him (or his friend) but missed.

"What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must
He taunts his attacker by questioning why they did not successfully kill him.

Take your ticket for the murder go round
He warns his attacker that they have initiated a cycle of violence that will result in their own death.

Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown
He believes that he is invincible and cannot be killed.

Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
He observes his enemy and his friends smoking marijuana in a car.

Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
He uses a weapon to attack his enemy and his friends.

Into his head, into his boy's head
He stabs his enemy and his friend in the head.

Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
He has killed five people and stored their bodies in the trunk of a car.

Push that old piece of shit in the river
He disposes of the car and the bodies by throwing them in a river.

The cat and my boys saw five go down
He tells his friends that they witnessed him killing five people.

Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)
He is jokingly asking his friends if they will give him a ride and they refuse.

On the murder go round (No!)
He reiterates that this cycle of violence is never-ending.

[Chorus]
The chorus repeats the song's title: Murder go round.

Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
He has joined a street gang with 55 members.

Everybody singing that southwest song
The gang's members are all from the southwest region of the US.

What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh?
He questions what could possibly go wrong while engaging in criminal activity.

Popping that shit, I'm gonna bust you in the mouth
He asserts his dominance by threatening violence against anyone who disrespects him.

Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
He claims that no one will challenge him because he is a member of Insane Clown Posse.

I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
He is unapologetic about his actions and will engage in sexual activity with anyone he chooses.

But you know the shit had to hit the fan
He acknowledges that violence is inevitable in his lifestyle.

Some gangbanger shot me, man
He has been shot by a gang member.

Twice in the forehead, twice in the back
He has been shot four times, in multiple locations on his body.

Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack
He has been shot in both eyes, causing him to feel unwell.

Stumbling along it's becoming entwined
He is struggling to walk and his vision is impaired due to his injuries.

Who's the next in line?
He questions who will be the next victim of violence in this cycle of death.

For the murder go round
He repeats the song's title, emphasizing that this is a never-ending cycle of violence and death.