[Violent J]
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 slinky
You're brinky, you're @#$%y, you suck my twinkie
I don't give a $#&@ 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 led pipe slapped on my dome
I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head

Excuse me, mother$#&@er, 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 %#@! gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull

I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw
Where the mother$#&@er at? Where the mother$#&@er stay?
How ya gonna $#&@ 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 %#@!, $#&@ it
It's the murder go round


[Violent J]
Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary

Tags up all on the bricks
Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that %#@!
We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back

We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
I don't understand why some people in town
We witness your water still southwest down

But this mother$#&@er gonna try and clown me
But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G
Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust

"What I ain't got shot, (*##$?", so now you must
Take your ticket for the murder go round
Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown

Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
Into his head, into his boy's head

Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head
Five dead $#&@s in the trunk on deliver
Push that old piece of %#@! in the river

The cat and my boys saw five go down
Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)
On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)


[Chorus]
Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna $#&@ with a wicked clown?

[Violent J]

Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
Everybody singing that southwest song
What can go wrong I mean I'm $#&@in' in the haugh?

Popping that %#@!, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
Nobody $#&@s with a jokero juggalo
I don't give a $#&@ ya know, (*##$es I'm a $#&@ you though

But you know the %#@! had to hit the fan
Some gangbanger shot me, man
Twice in the forehead, twice in the back

Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack
Stumbling along it's becoming entwined
Who's the next in line?

For the murder go round

[Chorus]