Thug Pit - Tech N9ne, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Insane Clown

[Intro: Layzie Bone,

Violent J

Wicked Wonka

, baby

Halloween!

Hallowicked Wonka!

It’s time, just did eighteen months

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

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

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

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

[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

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 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 ho, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!)

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

Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same

Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game (Trick)

Every year we lace the stage with the wickedness

It’s the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us

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

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

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

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

[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

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 niggas start to ill

It’s hard to chill

Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real (Skwo)

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

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 I’ma pull his file

Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 Mile

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

[Chorus: Layzie Bone &

Judge D

Violent J

Shaggy 2 Dope

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'

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 &

Layzie Bone

Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit