Cotton Candy & Popsicles - Insane Clown Posse

Go step to them bitches over there

Fuck that, you go step to them bitches

For what?

Man, look out y’all

Wibble wabble bumble boo

I’m Violent J, nice to meet you

Hop and jump thy cherry pump

Cherry syrup on ice cream, yum

What you say, I buy you some?

What’s your name, bitch, where you from?

You know me but don’t be scared

Bloody hands are weird, I know

Don’t front, girl, you like us thugs

Very scary, carny, scrubs

You don’t want no richie faggot

I think of Shaggy when he tag it That’s all good, I’ll hook you up Send your shit, I’ll look you up You met J though, he goes first

Yea, 'cause that’s like how it works

I can put aside my axe

Give your butt a couple smacks

Once you let me all up in You’re lucky if we’ll meet again

Fuck you!

I don’t want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Tropicana Dairy, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Coconut Flurry, baby

Don’t you wanna mix?

Cotton Candy and Popsicles

You from Dallas, Texas right?

You must be, girl, you look tight

Plus you rock a grip of ass

Thank you, Shaggy sweetness

Thank you nothin', let me hit it Truffle, shuffle, waffle, biscuit,

Whatever that was we ate

Cost me like 13.58

Sugar, bear, I’m worth all that

Bitch, I’ll smack you, call me that, what?

Call me 'Shaggy, Southwest thug'

Juggalo, Isle of Zug

Do him what you did to me With your tongue ring and your teeth

Only when in private

You think I wanna see his dick?

Put your candy down

Let me show your tongue around

Here’s my Popsicle and balls

Get on your knees and go for yours

I don’t want a Watermelon Cherry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Tropicana Berry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Blue Banana Sherry, baby

Don’t you wanna mix?

Cotton Candy and Popsickles

I don’t want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Tropicana Dairy, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Coconut Flurry, baby

Don’t you wanna mix?

Cotton Candy and Popsicles

Southwest Side, bitch, badder than bad

'Cause I’m from Motown

Badder than bad 'cuz I’m from Motown

'Cause I’m from Motown, Southwest Side, bitch

Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, yeah

Time to get busy in this motherfucker

I don’t want a Watermelon Cherry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Tropicana Berry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Blue Banana Sherry, baby

Don’t you wanna mix?

Cotton Candy and Popsickles

I don’t want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Tropicana Dairy, baby

Don’t you wanna?

I don’t want a Coconut Flurry, baby

Don’t you wanna mix?

Cotton Candy and Popsicles