Uh, oh
And here we go
Yeah

That's mike e. Clark
And we're the insane clown posse
And this here
Is the chop chop slide
If u heard something similar to this
Fuck that cause we the shit
Juggalos what's our signal?
Whoop, whoop
That's right
Now what we're gonna do is clap four times quickly and bust the signal
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Yeah

Not bad, not bad
But let's do it again
Some of y'all were a little slow on that clappin'
Let's try it again, here we go now
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop

Not bad, not bad

But some of y'all just need to loosen up, just loosen up
I know every body has they own little dance
They like to do their own little personal get jiggy, oof

We're gonna bust it
Right now get loose y'all
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own

Looking good juggalos
But some of y'all still got rigor mortis
We need to loosened on up
We're gonna get jiggy in your own kinda way come on
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Ooh yeah

But you know
It wouldn't be a juggalo party if somebody didn't get shot
Now right about now, I want you to picture you got two nine millimeters
One in each hand, and here is what you gonna do juggalos you gonna take those guns
Right?

Put 'em in the air and
Bust bust bust bust
Put 'em in the air and
Bust bust bust bust

Ha ha, oh, yeah

Now right about now your neck is red
That's right, we all got a red neck
And we sippin at moon shine right about now
Everybody is a red neck and we're all dossy dowen spinnin' around
Here we go

'Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Now shoot that redneck
Bust, bust, bust, bust
Ok

Now clap four times and bust the signal
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Again
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop

Aight y'all b-boy stands cross your arms, fold your arms
Cause we the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Cross your arms
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit

That's right
We the shit

But we ain't too cool to get loose
Hell no
Juggalos do your thing

Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own

Now pull your hatchets out, juggalos
Pull your hatchets and put 'em in the air
Cause is time for somebody to die in this bitch
Come on
Chop, chop, chop, chop

Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing

And then shoot that bitch
Bust, bust, bust, bust
Uh-oh
Send in the red necks all of 'em
Spinnin' 'round and 'round

Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Round and 'round and 'round we go
Now murder

Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now murder
Swing, swing, swing, swing

Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now murder
Swing, swing, swing, swing

(Police siren)

Uh-oh, here come the po-po
Too much murder

And when they get here they gonna find out that we the shit
Come on

'Cause we the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Cross your arms
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Yeah

And you know juggalos ain't never afraid to 'cause
Open the windows and let it out
Come on, here we go
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch

Bitch
Damn
Muda faken
Ass
Pussy
Shit
Fuck
Yeah

But the only thing was some of y'all sounded a little scared to
'cause so let's do it again twice as loud and be proud

Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Bitch
Damn
Muda faken
Ass
Pussy
Shit
Fuck

Alright fam, that's what we are family up in here tonight
Every body look at the person next to you,
Infront of you behind you give them a dap

What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
Now bust your shit
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Oop, you miss somebody
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?

Some one got away
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing

Pull out your guns

Alright
Juggalos
Let me hear that filthy mouth
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah

There it is chop chop slide
Also known as the juggalo step
And always remember

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Chop Chop Slide Lyrics as written by Joseph Frank Bruce Joseph William Utsler

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    General Comment

    Esham kicks a$$, thats why hes on this song! And ICp is the SxIT anywayz...

                   --David Adam......(truejuggalo_1)
    truejuggalo_1on May 21, 2002   Link
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    hella fresh song, and esham does kick ass so it makes it even better. but i think ICP's old shit is better then their new shit

    Batgirlon June 09, 2002   Link
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    That isn't Esham it's Greez-E, Esham just made the beat.

    ChaingunCassidyon June 30, 2009   Link

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