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Esham i Aint cha homey confirmed diss record

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It definantly a diss record. I was at the Gathering last year ICP only let him on the premises for 24 hours and they couldnt sell that album at their merch table. So they hustled them from their backpacks. ICP made it big by bitting his style, this isnt the first time Eshams dissed the clowns. Only the Godfather of wicked shit can get away with that shit. And may he fill his pockets forever on disses from juggalos.

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“I Ain’t Cha Homey”

The very first wicked clown, I gets down
I stand when I piss, while you sits down
Cock sucker, mother fucker, eat a dick up
The wicked shit I’m taking back, this a stick up
I run this, did this, done this 100 times or more
Put your brains on the floor
Everybody want to be me, no need for improvement
I even got niggas in Kansas, with the Tech N9ne spittin’
The whole world turn wicked once that I kick it
Can’t pay the rent on my style, so you gettin’ evicted
And I ain’t cha homey, I ain’t cha homey
Nah, I ain’t cha homey, I ain’t cha homey
Nah I ain’t cha fam, hit you with the BOOM! POW! and the BAM!

I came here just to say hello
Only wrestlin’ I watch is bitches in jello
My favorite Faygo is mellow yellow
Pop, pop ninja, did I chop you like a samauri?
Fuck around with homey the clown you and your boy will die
Wicked shit
Because you love the way I spit it, ever since I first did it all these copy cats bit it.
“Dead Clownz”

Dead clown why you mad, you sad, you should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffle bag
Take your eyes out your head so you can see what I’m saying, body decaying
Paint your face I’m spraying
“Bob Ritchie”

It started way back, in the D
With Kid Rock, ICP and me, Homey.
I’m Violent J and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect
If you fuck with homey the clown, I’ll break ya neck
Laughing all the way to the bank, cashin’ these checks.
“50 Cent”

To play the game of death, it cost you 50 cent
No clowns allowed

You rip your pants, tryin’ to show everybody you can dance
Get cho ass out of here you gay clown
Smacked to the ground, don’t come around