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In west clownadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where i spent my clowing days. chillin out, maxing, laughin all cool, and all spraying water on the guys outside the school, when a couple of mimes who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. i tripped on one little pie and my mom got scared and said "you're movin with your uncle and auntie in clown air." i whisted for a cab and when it came near it was the size of a mouse and had a horn in the mirror. if anything i could say that this cab was rare, but i thought nah, forget it, yo clowns, to clown air! i arrived at the circus about 7 or 8 and i yelled to the cabbie, yo clowns, spray ya later! i looked at my tent, i was finally there, to jump through the hoop as the clown of clown air