[Intro: Violent J]
If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin', laggin', dead bodies draggin'
On a piece of string, they flop around and fling
Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing
It's the Insane Clown Posse coming through
Looking for the hickies and the prickies and your ass too
Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car
Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell
And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers, you seem to be the kill joy
So get your ass in fat boy!
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
With the ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off
And your funky ass body gets dropped off
In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin'
Throwin' heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Are you down with the clown with clown love, ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Every dead fuck in the city comes to ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Nate the Mack, Jumpsteady, and Rude Boy ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Don't miss your chance
[Verse 2: Violent J]
The exhaust pipe is dripping out a deadly fire
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire
And it's muffling the sounds
Throw that bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo
Some say it's just a hearse, but it's much worse
It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse
Long (Long), dark (Dark), very spooky scary
I drink an old 40 bottle full of Bloody Mary, why?
'Cause I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone
I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns
Break it on down, break it up 'til the break of dawn
Look out your window, it's the wagon in your front lawn
Ah-boom! Abooka-boom-ba!
We do the dance of the death until you get into the car
And then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it
Say the joker did it, in the

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Ladies and gents, it's your turn, come and ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
If you got a minute why don't you stop, I'm finna ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Now, here's your chance (Wicked)
[Verse 3: Violent J]
We don't do drive-by's in the wagon
Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin' ass
And it ain't no telling how many clowns inside
Told you seventeen, but I lied
'Cause I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild
I caught a wild deer and rode it home from Belle Isle
I play the organ like an old mental case
I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass
In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window
And when you roll the window down, you can smell the indo
But it ain't mine, it belongs to the stiff over there
Puffin' on a Jim Square
Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling
Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling
Out the back with your neck in a rut
Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'
It's your last chance! (Wicked)