[Intro]
Yeah, this the big Homey
Wicked clown!
I still don't play that shit
That's me, Homey!
Yeah, I'm a clown, a wicked one
Wicked [?]!
But guess what?
Dear clown, why you mad? You sad, you should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffel bag
Dear clown, why you mad? You sad, you should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffel bag

[Verse]
I got chopped off heads in my bag they stuffed
With they eyes sewn up and they mouth sewn shut
Don't talk to me, I kill 'em all the time
Take out they brains and I play with they minds
Take your eyes out your head so you can see what I'm sayin'
Body decayin', paint your face, I'm sprayin'
A murder death machine, they call me Evel Knievel
Paint up my face and start serial killin' people
A sick psychopathic, dead bodies they stink
A voodoo witch doctor, shacka lacka your head shrink
A known sicko, the Grim Reaper with the sickle
They stab me in my eye, hehe, that only tickle
But it made me mad so I killed your mommy and dad
Blood soaked my clothes like a maxi pad
All the killin', I can't stop the killin', all the killin'
Every time I stabbed him in the face, I got a happy feelin'
Dead clown, they say, "We thought you was dead, clown
How can he be alive and he's choppin' off heads now"
The curse my Homey came back an omen the unholy
You soft like a cream puff, call you cannoli
I put heads in flower pots with bodies they rot
No other killer clown got more bodies than I got
Fuck the police 'cause they don't know my identity
The preacher can't save you at the church, no serenity
Homey the Clown spit the wicked shit, win is me