Woorden:
Insane Clown Posse Bang Pow Boom

Bang! Pow! Boom! A beautiful doom Bang! Pow! Boom! A beautiful doom Bang! Pow! Boom! A beautiful doom Bang! Pow! Boom! A beautiful doom Ladies and

cause I wear my jeans so tight but they all fight for the right to fuck me all night, these hoes wanna kiss any time any place and have clown paint

Hey I know where we can go. Where? Lets go to Fonz Pond. What? No way dude you know how many kids died there? No way! I should've known you guys would

a-s-s oh yes! k-i-c-k y-o a-s-s oh yes! bang boom pow boom bang let your fists swing bang boom pow boom bang let your fists swing k-i-c-k y-o a-s-s oh

now tell us thousands upon thousands of people Are emerging from sewers everywhere their faces are painted And and and they look like clowns The people

We got a theory, see like, we got a theory about magic and miracles. That?s right? If magic is all we ever known then it?s easy to miss what really goes

stroll in With the all purpose hunting blade straight up his throat chin I cut his hands off, he ain't touchin' nobody Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody "Please mister clown

slippin through the hallways at school. Now that she's gone... I can hear her crying my name, although it doesn't make sense to think about it's insane

Bang! (BANG!) And a Pow! (POW!) And a Boom! (BOOM!) Nobody escapes, and everybody's consumed! With a Bang! (BANG!) And a Pow! (POW!) And a Boom! (BOOM