Insane Clown Posse Who Wanna Flex Lyrics

I sell fake dope, it don't even work
Smoke you at 8:00 and won't even twirk
I shoot prostitutes like plastic ducks
Buck, buck, ping! I gives no f___s
Had me a girlfriend and blew her head off
I'm like an underground water-main, I gotta let off(boom)
Bend enemies knees the wrong way
Kick'em in the a__, watch'em crawl all day
I shot...d___...oh
Put a little aids up in....drawers
Then I produce like Superman
Come out a__hole naked with my d___ in hand
I use cocaine like Kool-Aid mix
Matter of fact y'all I could use a fix
[Slurp sound] b____, you like that hoe?
Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna flex?

[Chorus]
Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Big wheela', Dope man, Dope deela'?
Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela', Killa', really, really, really, really? [2X]

I'm gangsta, like Tweety Bird Loc [bird whistle]
f___ around and get your little bird neck broke
Wait behind fast foods, strapped to kill
Hole in your head for that happy meal
Break in your house, and I jump attack (c'mon)
Get the sledge hammer and I thump yo back
to make my scratch I let bullets fly
Cuz' i'm crooked, like Robert Gibsons eye
You can't see me like tinted glass
f___ yo woman and kick yo a__
A f___ed up hand life dealt me out
So sick Jerry Lewis couldn't help me out
Everything to lose notta thing to gain
Waitin' in your backseat, I bring the pain
Now your laid up like Eminems rap career
Dead in a year, now who wanna flex?

[Chorus]

I'll beat'chyo a__ like b___erbean
Spend my time in the gutter man
Hatchet in-hand wit' the blackest truck
Your like the L.A. Clippers, you f___in' suck
Smack ol' ladies out they rockin' chair
Walk this earth withoutta d___ care
Jack your car and then run you down
With you next to your grand daddy underground
Deck yo b____-a__, again and again
'Til Yo face swells up like Don Choleons chin
Wave my flag as I walk your streets
Cuz' your wack, like No Limits beats
Hang out the window chuckin' hand grenades
Got the flame thrower for them morning raids
Stole a s___e shuttle so I can do a drive-by on the whole planet
d___it, who wanna flex?

[Chorus 4X]

"Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela, dopeman, dope deela?
Who wanna flex wit' this killa,
really, really, really, where you at? Rydas,
who wanna flex? who wanna flex wit' this killa? Y2 f___ you!
Psychopathic...Rydas...4-ever and a day...runnin' wit' a hatchet"