Hyde Park Pedaler - Insane Clown Posse

It’s tickle time!

Ride with me!

Welcome to Hyde Park, with that said

Relax, while I poke a shank in your head

Here I come on mom’s '83 birthday gift

Green tandem Schwinn, for me and my twin

But crampin' my got his ass clipped

Now it’s just me, back seat’s open for the chicks

See me ride, I’m the bike man of Hyde Park

Ten at night I start, because I like dark

I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip flops

But one drop,

If you’re walkin' and I’m speedin' by often

It’s called stalkin', you’re 'bout to need a coffin

Double-padded wide seat for my tailbone

Bloody tire tracks in the street flee the gals home

No I don’t gang bang thugs, you need to learn

I’m only throwin' hand signs up when I turn

Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck

Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler

Relaxing bike ride

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There’s stranger danger

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

Relaxing bike ride

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There’s stranger danger

But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride)

My bike bell rings every kill

Decorative eyeballs stuck through the spokes of my wheels

Bein' parked off the street smashin' in the back seat

Will land you both in a trash bag, hacked meat

'Cause I’m that sweet, I don’t pack heat

I just jack off and skeet to this fat beat

Hookers bare feet blowin' boners in the bushes

The drugs in the system increase the blood gushes

Mad cushion, three hundred she pushin' need a douchin'

Her pussy never got air with all them thighs smushin'

Pumpin' up my inner tube, then my inner floob

Made me put the nozzle to her nipple, air in her boob

Which ballooned up, plump, then the other one

She floated off, double blimp bubble fun

But the slut popped, gut slop dropped plopped splatter

Well that flopped, hey!

I caught a bladder

(Stop) What’s the matter?

(Chop! Chop!) Ain’t nobody better

At bedlam, you better run from the Hyde Park Pedaler

Relaxing bike ride

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There’s stranger danger

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

Relaxing bike ride

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There’s stranger danger

But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride)

I like to murder, but safety’s not a game

I’ll put that on the blood-stained shank stuck to my bike frame

I maintain bike ridin' ain’t for kids

God forbid you brake so hard your bike skids

What if the road’s blocked and you need to take the grass route

And have to pedal so hard you might pass out

You could hit a ditch and lose all control

And if your chain pops off, you’re assed-out, ass hole

I installed a seatbelt 'cause crashin' ain’t fun

I’m a killer, yes, but at least I’m a safe one

banana fana fo

It’s adamant I’m stabbin' foes, this man’s an animal

I rejected bein' cannibal, though it’s understandable

Rather just roll my tandem slow and strangle random hoes

Oil up your pedals, Holmes, keep your reflectors clean

Or I’ll inject something chrome directly in your spleen

No ollies, bunny hops, or ramp jumps

Unless you want your motherfuckin' lumps by the Park Pedaler

Relaxing bike ride

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There’s stranger danger

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

Relaxing bike ride

But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There’s stranger danger

But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride)

Bunch of clowns