Insane Clown Posse lyrics
Insane Clown Posse lyrics
"I Want My Shit lyrics"
Enjoy Yourself lyrics
Enjoy Yourself.. 9-8, get it straight Yo, yes yes y'all steady playin the wall Too young to sip alcohol at the bar I'm ready to jet, girls actin bourgeoise Yo Kedar, let me hold the keys to the car I'm in front of the club tryin to bag a chick Tryin to get five of em, cuz the whip seat six Feelin aight, chrome lookin real tight Watch the moonlight bounce off the pearl white Word money, I earn money just to burn money I'm tryin to get this federal reserve money There's two type o
Enjoy Yourself.. 9-8, get it straight Yo, yes yes y'all steady playin the wall Too young to sip alcohol at the bar I'm ready to jet, girls actin bourgeoise Yo Kedar, let me hold the keys to the car I'm in front of the club tryin to bag a chick Tryin to get five of em, cuz the whip seat six Feelin aight, chrome lookin real tight Watch the moonlight bounce off the pearl white Word money, I earn money just to burn money I'm tryin to get this federal reserve money There's two type o
It was like March or April, fuckin' Libra...fuckin', um, shit...
[1st Verse-Violent J]
Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and something, but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy The Kid
You prob'ly think I'm only playing but, I did
My daddies were a two headed freak show
Momma, a fortune teller, Esmarelda Zella
Anyway they had sex on a ouiji board
and I was born the next day...Violent J
When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they thought it had fucked me up
I got up and itched my butt, I'm like, "what?"
Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy
Child of the witch heffer...whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, smokey nuts
After that they started bowing and shit
Praying at me, you know how them primitives get
I said, "Get off my dick, I ain't a savior,
I'm what you call a juggalo and al
Girls In The USA lyrics
For all the pretty girls just say yeah yeah yeah! To all my girls in the USA Ya got a fine thing goin' So I gotta say You been good to me So now I'm down Gotta drop the line Gotta give em a shout LA girls give me the sign See you on the strip Lookin' too damn fine My Texas honey's Always on the road Gimme lots of love at the Alamo To my DC girls workin' 9-5 With the business suits Keep the country in line All the Tam
l I want is my flavorFor all the pretty girls just say yeah yeah yeah! To all my girls in the USA Ya got a fine thing goin' So I gotta say You been good to me So now I'm down Gotta drop the line Gotta give em a shout LA girls give me the sign See you on the strip Lookin' too damn fine My Texas honey's Always on the road Gimme lots of love at the Alamo To my DC girls workin' 9-5 With the business suits Keep the country in line All the Tam
Four simple things in this bitch, before I die...
[Shaggy2Dope]
I WANT A RUSTY AXE
I WANNA KNOW VOODOO
A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT
And a little sip of Faygo, too
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE!
[2nd Verse - Violent J]
So anyway...
50 years pass, all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled terminators
Nothing ever killed me, nothing could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankees army
I walked across enemy lines with a mack-10
[Shaggy2Dope]
Man, they didn't even have that shit back then
[Violent J]
How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
[Shaggy2Dope]
Well at least make this shit sound real, man, damn!
[Violent J]
I walked across enemy lines with a...lantern
Steady taking cannon balls, to the balls
The war
Code Blue lyrics
I never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They'd pile all their problems on my head I'd rather go out and fuck the dead 'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead Middle of the night so silently I creep on over to the mortuary Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red 'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain I wanna
ended, I traveled the country horsebackI never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They'd pile all their problems on my head I'd rather go out and fuck the dead 'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead Middle of the night so silently I creep on over to the mortuary Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red 'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain I wanna
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
(powww) It didn't even smear the make-up
I took his gun and put a tivet in his neck
Sheriff didn't like it...I got indicted
87 long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go you know they had nothing
On the way out they're like, "Yo, ain't you like 100 and something?"
I said, "That's right, and I ain't gonna die,
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!"
[Shaggy2Dope]
I WANT A RUSTY AXE
I WANNA KNOW VOODOO
A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT
And just a little sip or two...
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE!
[3rd Verse - Violent J]
I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
Climbed the mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed, and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side
My homie has an Impal
Candle Of Fire lyrics
Not in magnificient temples Shining of gods Beat up the ghost Carrier of wealth Not in lightnes arch The beautiful altars Not in smoke of soul Candle of fire. No that who ones there in poor cribs For his son make the cosiness That and for ghost want the intermost Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam. Where ghost consoler arise the temple For his son shall rescue peoples Where he want live so as calm So as truth peace cladness to bring.
a, blue '67Not in magnificient temples Shining of gods Beat up the ghost Carrier of wealth Not in lightnes arch The beautiful altars Not in smoke of soul Candle of fire. No that who ones there in poor cribs For his son make the cosiness That and for ghost want the intermost Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam. Where ghost consoler arise the temple For his son shall rescue peoples Where he want live so as calm So as truth peace cladness to bring.
Last night we hit the road pushing 111
I stuck my head out the window, told him floor up the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post
Ha ha ha! Hell yeah 'cuz
Hurts a little bit, but then you get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cuz of shit like this
They always try to kill me but MIIIIIISSSS
I know it's odd that my face is forever painted
When I was born, the bitch-ass doctor fainted
My toungue's a little long, I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty...but chicks dig it
And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I look like something from 'The X-Files'
People wanna see me die more than a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT!
AND I AIN'T GONNA DIE, TILL I GET IT!
[Shaggy2Dope]
I WANT A RUSTY AXE
I WANNA KNOW VOODOO
A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT
I said Faygo. FUCK Mountain Dew.
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE!
DIIIIEEE!
DIIIIEEE!