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Insane Clown Posse

Genres: Hip-Hop

Willy Bubba Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Ok class, um, please settle down now, 

I'd like to introduce our new student 

uhh, uhh Willy Bubba, Willy is from Kentucky, welcome Willy, uh, 

I'll be your teacher, my name is Ms. Felby 

 

(1st Verse- Violent J) 

Well I flopped out of school but I still hang in the halls 

So there I was, you'll never guess what I saw 

Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck 

But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up 

"Hey Willy Bubba, hubba-bubba-lubba 

My names Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucker 

I been down with the clown since day one, it's day two 

I guess I got some plucking to do 

In these parts, we tie you to the desk 

And all line up and take blows to your chest [punch] 

Fists to your chin [punch], kicks to your head [punch] 

Last year we killed a kid dead [HAHHH!! oh, my fault...] 

Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway 

Leading to your locker, walk up 'n sock ya 

Then bounce your head around the class room and act nutty 

The teacher walks, and asked everybody [body, body..] 

 

(Chorus x2) 

Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? [I DID!] 

Did you do it right here in the class? [SHO' DID!] 

Did you punch him in the face, did you slap him in the mouth 

Did you kick him in the forehead [YUP, YUP!] 

 

[Nice to get back with a high school crowd where your alive] 

 

(2nd Verse- Shaggy2Dope) 

Willy Willy Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly 

Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch 

You sound like you come from the land of the bigots 

Jolly old Dickens, the land of the chickens 

I guess you're in season, I'm packing me a .44 

Barrels to your head and blow your face out your asshole 

POWWW, bitch! I'm Shaggy2Dope 

I'm coming for your kin folk, you get your chin broke 

And don't cry or run to the teach 

She can't understand your redneck-ass speech 

If she could, she wouldn't do a thang 

'cause she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang 

You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick 

You too slow, Willy, 'cause you a fat bitch 

I caught up and got my hands all putty 

Teacher walks in the class room, and asked everybody [body, body...] 

 

(Chorus x2) 

 

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Let's play, Willy Bubba, and kill the Willy Bubba (repeat 'till end) 

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