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If I Ate Your Brains lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

The dead is walkin', now gimme some brains

Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains

The dead is here, now gimme some brains

Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains

The dead is walkin', now gimme some brains

Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains

I want some brains, gimme those brains

Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!

Sleepin' in my bed, I can't explain the horror

Somebody fuckin' dead started kickin' in my door

I looked to my window, and there was someone else

Breakin' through the glass and knockin' shit off my shelf

I started screamin' like a pussy, nothin' I could do

I know that you would too if fuckin' zombies came for you

They trapped me in the corner and they instantly attacked

One bit into my arm while the others bit my back

I was dead for the moment, at least that's what I thought

And then I started wakin' up, hurtin' and distraught

I looked in the mirror, it was evidently clear

Somebody ate my fuckin' brains out, I'm lucky to be here

And now I'm fuckin' hungry like I never was before

And fresh human brains is the only fuckin' course

I was starvin', a thousand different pains

Only one agenda: to find some fuckin' brains

If I ate your brains, would I have your attitude?

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, ooh, yummy, yeah

'Til I eat your brains, I'ma stay mad at you

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, [*gulp*] delicious

If I ate your brains, would I have your attitude?

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, ooh, yummy, yeah

'Til I eat your brains, I'ma stay mad at you

Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!

I see the others like me, crowding up the streets

We can smells the brains in the air, looking for some meats

I wanted to be smart about it, not another goon

There's only so much brains and not enough room

I jumped in my car and fuckin' followed the aroma

Pulled up to the driveway, a zombie's comin' over

I fronted to the family like I was the pizza man

Got inside and ate as many brains as I can

Daddy's brains tasted like a chicken tortellini

Mama's brains tasted like a spicier linguini

The kid's was pretty good, only the helping was small

But I was still hungry like I'd ate nothing at all

The other dumb zombies started breakin' through the doors

Only to be schooled 'cause there wasn't any more

And now the family was awake, joining on the hunt

Lookin' for some bloody brains, give us what we want!

If I ate your brains, would I have your attitude?

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, ooh, yummy, yeah

'Til I eat your brains, I'ma stay mad at you

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, [*gulp*] delicious

If I ate your brains, would I have your attitude?

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, ooh, yummy, yeah

'Til I eat your brains, I'ma stay mad at you

Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!

Fuck wanderin' the streets in the same old hood

Me and some homies hit the highways where the eatin' is good

Headed out into the safety zone and brought a fork

Fresh brains a plenty where they never run short

Me and my boys are like "Uhhhh" 'cause we geeked

I'm the only fat zombie 'cause I know how to eat

I like hot sauce and blue cheese with my brain nuggets

Highly-crowded neighborhood, we parked the fuckin' bucket

And we split up, screams off in every direction

I'm on a bald guy, bitin' through the forehead section

I feel bullets in my back, but I refuse to react

I ignore motherfuckers when I'm havin' a snack

I got blood drippin' down my chin and all on my neck

That means the shit was juicy, plump, and came correct

But I'm still hungry, what can I do?

And I'ma keep comin' at you 'til you one of us too

[*eating brains*] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, ooh, yummy, yeah

'Til I eat your brains, I'ma stay mad at you

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, [*gulp*] delicious

If I ate your brains, would I have your attitude?

Yummy, yummy, ooh, yummy, ooh, yummy, yeah

'Til I eat your brains, I'ma stay mad at you

Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!

Brains! (Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains)

Are so tasty! (Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!)

Brains! (Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains)

Are so tasty! (Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!)

Brains! (Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains)

Are so tasty! (Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!)

Hungry, yummy, gobble, gummy, gimme your brains

Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!

Is That You? (Remix) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Kid Rock)

Aw shit

Mike E. Clark bringin' that old shit back

Remix

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you

I drink Faygo it's only a buck ten

I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking

Cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho

I can see you butt naked in your window

Shimmy up the house side dash

Knock and I press my nuts on the glass

Let me in, hoe, don't ya know

I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo

I got me a check let's cash it

If I could spend it with the hoes on Gratiot

But don't get all geeked slut

Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt

What's this clown shit about?

A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out

With a do-me-ray

Now it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yodilay, yodilay, yodilay yooohoooo!

Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'

Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something

If ya know a bitch who got grits

Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit

Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for

I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for

The whore showed up at my front door

So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the backdoor

The bitch thought it was a cake drive

She said drive me to the city

So I dropped her off at Lakeside

You driving me home, well I meant ta

But plans have changed now get your ass out the Sempta

Hoe, this ain't no taxi

I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me!

"Never slacking, hoes I be macking"

"Yeah, Kid Rock, Kid Rock"

"Never slacking, hoes I be macking"

"Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit"

"The funk, the funk, the funk from the old days"

"Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit"

"The funk from the old days"

Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute

Show me a valley, I might yodel in it

Like somebody else I know

I been to Mount Clemens I've been to Romeo-meomeo

Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some

Three for the treble, eight for the drum

Five for the homies that I run with

Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with

Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house

And fell asleep butt naked on the front couch

So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping

So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping

And your wife's all worked up for nothing

She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something

Cause it really don't matter

I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander

Every fucking day!

Cause it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

I just said it was motherfucker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes

Fuck 'em doggy style and play that ass like a bongo

*Bongo drums* Hit it, hit hi-hit it

Hitting homeruns and I never whiff, hoe

Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff

This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker

But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like the Supersoaker

But I won't pull it out for no cheap joke

Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat

Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya

But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya!

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya

Fool ya, fool ya, chicka fool ya fool ya... fuckin' fool!

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yodilay, yodilay, yodilay yooohoooo!

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yodilay, yodilay, yodilay yooohoooo!

J's Rock Track lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Let me start off just by sayin' this:

Any likenesses to a certain Pearl Jam song are purely, purely speculation on your part

Let's do it, Zug."

Juggalo, enjoy your youth

Like your pop said, it's a truth

I can't escape from the common rule

If you hate something, don't you do it too, not you

Small my table, sits just two

Violent J as I'm scrub Joe Bruce

All these ninjas storm my room

And you dare say one belongs to you, not you

This is not for you

This is not for you

Oh, this is not for you

Never was for you, fuck yeah

Your old shit was so much better

Your new shit is so much better

Your old shit was so much better

Your new shit [?]

All that's sacred comes from youth

Dedication, clown love is true

But with no power, what can I do?

But there are some who will accept Joe Bruce

Joe Bruce

This is just for you

This is just for you, juggalos

Oh, this is just for you, fuck off

This is just for you, oh yeah

This is just for you, real juggalos

Oh, this is just for you, never was for them, never was for them

This is just for you

This is just for you

Real juggalos

Real juggalos, fuck you

Real juggalos

Real juggalos

This is just for you, oh yeah

This is just for you

This is just for you

Oh, this is just for you

This is just for you

Real juggalos

Real juggalos

Real juggalos

This is for you

Joe Bruce and Zug Izland

This is just for you

Don't like it? Fuck off

"Mike P's fingers are bleedin' and everything

Ashley done broke 500 drum sticks

Gweedo broke his bass over Dan Miller's head

You mother fuckers tore the studio up

Much love to juggalos from Zug Izland and Joe Bruce

Shaggy and the Psychopathic Family

Yeah"

Judgement Day 2018 lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"What I will be teaching about is Demonology. Now let's pray: Father I thank you for this class, I thank you for this beginning, I thank you for (Demonology)"

"Jesus ain't gonna let you call him (What about Jesus?)"

"You gonna call him Junior"

"You've been talking about the same God, the same God, the same God, that will do it for you"

"I've been Blessed to have your mother! 55 years old and she still slides"

"I don't want your mouth, we are about Bibles"

"They created a "god" who doesn't exist"

Judgment Day is here, FFF!

Don't bother prayin' cause there's no time left

Headed for Armageddon

I'm bleeding like I'm sweatin'

As I'm Walkin' Da Flatlinez, we Runnin' Out of Time

Nobody's safe so why you thinkin' you safe hoe?

You'd Rather Be Dead is what you said so take it slow

Hacks from the Battle Axe

Jacked up from mad attacks

Headless Crooked Preacher in the trunk of the Cadillac

God's gonna get ya, it's all cause He loves ya

With the Witch suffocatin', levitatin' above ya

Don't go to church in tithe they say 'among one thing Jack

Life is a one way road you can't go back."

The Devil will cook you but God's wrath is much worse

Ya dying at first, but then the Holy Water is cursed

The good and the evil collide, just in the nick of time

Before you even make up ya mind; a double homicide

Suicidal tendencies, only get in the fuckin' way

Face ya sins, the gig is up, it's Judgment Day

Day of Judgment God is calling

Hand of God has struck the hour

Thou shall not sin so our playaz are singin' song

Who the fuck is you to tell me what's right from wrong?

Death is in my eyes, so pain is my disguise

So deadly it's followed by maggots and flies

You'll see from ya face that ya judgment is just you

Old sins plus new, they rushed you, then bust you

Fool don't trust me, I can't be trusted

But you can Judge in Peace until it gets busted

Ya goin' to Hell for all your sins

Pins and needles, needles and pens

Voodoo Doctor on the rocks with Vodka

Bustin beats, boxin' where the whore got ya

Landed on the moon, but still can't fly right

Other's wanna fake ya step, can't die right?

Sellin' Bibles on the corner with your pay

For all your sins it's Judgment Day

Day of Judgment God is calling

Satan laughing spreads his wings

Oh Lord yea!

You motherfuckin' sinner the evil will choke ya

Check the hand you was dealt, it's all Jokers!

Judgment Day, time to pay, for all you've earned

You'll never die, chained to a stake, you'll burn

Your going to Hell if ya sell lies that's all she wrote

Lord forgive me, No ,bitch, ya don't (Huh?)

Judgment Day, Armageddon is here to stay

Now all of a sudden, all you wanna do is pray

Say sorry for all the death you left, but that don't work

Say sorry for all the pain you bring, but that don't work

Ya say ya sorry for ya whole life spent [?]

Ya say ya sorry for ya hate but you're too late

Bitch meet your fate, It's Judgment Day

Satan laughing Oh Lord yea! [x12]

Satan laughing [x4]

Knock Knock lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Esham)

"I'll be at work and I'll hear this:

Oh, so you're a comedian and shit?

You got to hook me up with some free tickets and shit"

I almost passed out, I was fuckin' laughin'

Fat man in a clown suit kept on stabbin'

That silly bitch, it was, ha ha ha, funny

A slutty-ass, bloody-ass Playboy bunny

Dead bodies, gutted

The other bitch tied up got face-butted

Blood in the shower, blood on the walls

Fuck y'all just because I'm funny

Dash for the cash, no mass, and it's funny

Die pack go off and stain all the money

Somehow y'all must have forgot

I'm the landlord, just up in my spot

You all comedians sayin' the same joke twice

Detroit players double up on the coke price

E and J, intoxicated raff

You so funny I forgot to laugh

Knock knock (Knock knock) Who's there? (Who)

Murder (Murder?) Murder who? (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Knock knock (Knock knock) Who's there? (Who)

Murder (Murder?) Murder who? (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Ha ha ha ha! My repertoire

Murderin' fools on the regular

You can't be serious, are you delirious

You Johnny Knoxville jackass, you hilarious

Ha ha ha ha! I laugh at your crew

My killer instinct to kill your whole comic view

Ha ha ha ha! Your head's in a jar

The rest of your body's in the trunk of my car

In the back of my shack, through the window crack

[?] Jack on the torture rack

Get smacked with a hatchet, hilarious

All day, E and J, the scariest

And funny, like bloody faces

You and a dead body tradin' places

I'm fuckin' silly, swallow a pilly

Slice your face up like Chainsaw Willy

I'm funny

Knock knock (Knock knock) Who's there? (Who)

Murder (Murder?) Murder who? (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Knock knock (Knock knock) Who's there? (Who)

Murder (Murder?) Murder who? (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

I'm a gut-bustin' fuckin' comedian

Through tubes, the only way you gon' eat again

Make you bleed again, when we meet again

Stuck off with a knee to the chin

It's funny how people change when they see blood stains

E and J wrote on the wall with your brains

Deaf comedy jam [?]

It's funny how I'ma kill you and you don't even know it

Jokes on you, so silly, my knife

Pokes on through your belly. Bye, life

Another punch line, fuckin' ridiculous

Police: clueless how E and J do this

Knock knock, Who's there?

Murder. Murder who?

Murder you (So funny) Murder you (So funny)

Murder you (So funny) Murder you

Knock knock (Knock knock) Who's there? (Who)

Murder (Murder?) Murder who? (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder you! (You)

Murder you! (You) Murder

Leck Mich Im Arsch lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Mm. Yup

Yeah, that's nice

Mm

Yo, Shaggy, what you know about Mozart?

Not much. Fact, I don't know shit, J, I think he was deaf

Def as in dope?

Nah man, deaf as in he can't hear shit

Nah man, that was Beefoven. See, what I know about Mozart is that he was a freak!

Freak? The fuck you talkin' bout?

Well, he had some underground shit people don't know nothin' about

Like what?

Like a song called "Lick Mich Arse"

What he fuck does that mean?

It means "Lick my ass," bitch!

Drop that shit, Jack!

Ahhh. Mozart, dope for the most part

Respected 'cause he knows art

Likes music, and he shows heart

Loves chicks lickin' his ass when it goes dark

He wrote this. Don't sugarcoat this

To get your ass licked off is the dopest

Call it a fetish; call him a freak

Call him in need of a tongue on his butt cheek

Lick on the left side

Lick on the right

Lick down the middle

Oh shit, that's tight

Lick mich arse all through the night

We heard somethin', Mozart had wrote it

Collabo style, had to bogart it

A little trick perfected by freaks

Step one: spread your butt cheeks

Now most hoes'll cut loose to music

And since that's our game, I'ma use it

So we jumped on this Jack White track

Now we can't keep these bitches' tongues out our ass crack

Lick on the left side

Lick on the right

Lick down the middle

Oh shit, that's tight

Lick mich arse all through the night

Bumpin' Mozart, sunflower spot

Tongue up my ass like "Ahhh"

A classic ninja with a classical hitch

Struck dirt way south of the clit

Drop my pants, tongue advance

Don't knock shit 'til you gave it a chance

Your tongue might get stuck in the middle of

Two pigs wrestling over a Milk Dud

Lick on the left side

Lick on the right

Lick down the middle

Oh shit, that's tight

Lick mich arse all through the night

Let Me Go lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Breed)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Ayo, Breed, why you got penning on your walls?

Sittin' on a gurney, head wrapped and bald

Well, the doctor say I'm anti depressant

So now I'm just counting my blessings

But either way it go, shit I'm knowing I'm stressin'

So here's an SOS out to that Smith and Wesson

I'm looking for a way out, when I used to be way up

You can stay up out my business or I'll fuck your whole day up, for real

Killin' a bitch is therapeutic, and feel a hell of a lot better soon as you shoot it

Got me to where I wouldn't mind watching you bleed

Coughing blood on your hands and knees, yeah, I'm pissed

You better hope they come with my meds 'cause I got all gory shit coming through my head

They say I won't be getting out of here for months (Shit)

But I'ma leave this bitch tomorrow and I'm walkin' out the front, for real

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

It's like my brain is locked, they're tryna put the key in

It's all good, but this ain't no place to be in

It look like a loony bin that we in

'Cause me and my brain be disagreeing

A cup to pee in, evaluation, and get shocked up with no hesitation

Give me my pills, bitch, the voices are coming

And I gotta roll quick, my Rolls Royce is running

I'm walking along a beach in Panama

No I'm not, I'm seeing things, God dammit, awe

Slow me down, speed me up

I'm chasing little kids in a haunted ice cream truck

I'm dreaming again, in a beamin' ass Benz

Getting sucked off, then she cleaning my friends

She had a fat ass, I slapped it proper, and woke up jackin' off in front of the doctors

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Miss Fuckaloopagoopo, my doctor

She was stupid, so, I socked her

I cold snuck the hoe, popped her

Then cut her up, chopped her

They found a dick in her butthole, stuck

Somebody plug that shit there, what?

Fuckin' tragedy, it's not fair

Shit, beats me how it got there

Can't miss mine, brbrbrbr nope, peep it

But that was dope how the dude said "Keep it"

I need [?] albino

Like the beats and the loops of the vinyl

Face mangled, tangled spinal

Neck strangled, twisted, die hoe

Ribs shattered, seconds, final

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Get out my head and let me go (Let me go)

Mr. Nothing Man lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

[Violent J:]

A little trivia, anyone?

But we never get to hear the answers, heh, that ain't any fun

(Existence) Who said gimme one? I ride the earth around the sun

As the world turns, fuckin' up my equilibrium

(Another day) A shitty one, another lame millennium

(Months) Who said gimme some? (Years) I don't want any, none

(Decades) 2051 (Forever) Must I continue on?

Whoever gave me life is a true machiavellian

I'm faceless, bodiless, headless, we're part of this shit

Don't you understand? No ribs, bones, arms, or hands

I'm kneeless, dickless, Jesus did this?

For no rhyme, reason, or need, I just exist

Was I an angel who crept out of heaven then sinned

Got restrained, so I'm kept out and never let in

Cursed me to a life left out with no reaction

Here forever, but with no voice or body, how dreadful

I can't be seen or heard, I know it seems absurd

I can't be touched nor felt, I'm never sensed or smelt

But I know I'm real (No one can see me)

I just fuckin' know I'm real (They can't see or hear me)

The people walk right through me, showin' no respect

Our eyes never connect, they never notice shit

But I know I'm real (No one can see me)

I just fuckin' know I'm real (See, hear, or feel me)

Nuh uh, I don't remember the beginning or when I arrived

I don't need food or water, yet I somehow survive

Am I an energy that was a ghost stuck in purgatory?

I have no recollection of any life before me

So what's my story? Tell me. Help me. Why am I here?

Have I done something? Am I supposed to? It's unclear

Is this a punishment, a sentence, a long detention

Among the living, but trapped within my own dimension?

I crave interaction, I fiend to cause reaction

Even the smallest distraction at all, a fraction

Until one day, I thought I finally caught some action

It seems like this hottie's eyes realize my traction

I said "hey," she said "hey," wait, what'd you say?

Her eyes, fine, stayed on mine, declined to look away

"I said hi," our passersby asked to whom was she talkin'

She pointed at me, he saw nothin' and kept walkin'

I can't be seen or heard, I know it seems absurd

I can't be touched nor felt, I'm never sensed or smelt

But I know I'm real (Somehow she can see me)

I just fuckin' know I'm real (She can see and hear me)

The people walk right through me, showin' no respect

Our eyes never connect, they never notice shit

But I know I'm real (She can see and hear me)

I just fuckin' know I'm real (Couldn't touch or feel me)

[Violent J (Shaggy 2 Dope):]

We talked to each other, we couldn't feel each other

Even without touch, we soon became lovers

We were lovers (She's his lover, and she's his best friend)

We were lovers (She's his lover, and she's his best friend)

We lay in the same spot, she'd sleep inside of me

As close as we could be, she even cried for me

We were lovers (She's his lover, and she's his best friend)

We were lovers (She's his lover, and she's his best friend)

[Violent J:]

I told her don't speak of our love, but she had to brag about it

She'd say, "He's sittin' right here," they rolled their eyes and doubted

We had dinner with her parents, and I knew they didn't get it

'Cause followin' supper, they tried to have her committed

We ran away, and then we began to plan a way

We wanted so much just to touch and clutch each other and such

I said, "Well I ain't no wizard, not a clergy or cleric

Probably don't want to hear it, but my guess is, I'm a spirit

And if I'm correct, and I'm a ghost, then it's apparent

Clearly only death can bring you to my void, so we can share it"

And with that, she understood what's good and started ascendin'

A rusty fire escape, I thought she must be pretendin'

But within a few minutes, she did it and reached the roof

And yelled, "I love you, Mr. Nothing Man, and here comes the proof"

I tried to scream a rebuttal, out came a whimper so subtle

She dove off and turned into a broken, busted up puddle

Silence, wind, and traffic off in the distance

Her soul standin' up from the wreck, I wait to witness

Instead, red liquid spread out from her shattered head quickly

I fell and sob and raised my fists and screamed "Please, God, forgive me!"

I can't be seen or heard, I know it seems absurd

I can't be touched nor felt, I'm never sensed or smelt

But I know I'm real (Only she can see me) (No!)

I just fuckin' know I'm real (She can see and hear me) (Please, God, forgive me!)

The people walk right through me, showin' no respect

Our eyes never connect, they never notice shit

But I know I'm real (But she could see me) (Please, God!)

I just fuckin' know I'm real (Now she's avoided dearly) (Please, God!)

Out There lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Bushwick Bill)

[Intro]

The wicked clowns, and Bushwick Bill are lost in space

Out There, Out There, Out There

[Verse 1: Violent J]

The car broke down and she was like..

Honey, get the flashlight, still one in the dash right?

Only cause it's late at night, and who knows what's out there?

She was right though, ain't gonna help with a light though

People dying tonight, cause yo, this maniac is out there

I'm hanging like a possum, murder tricks, I got some

Spot them, look come around to the bottom

And slaughter them, out there

His boo was locked up in the car, an the phone and tripping hard

Screaming fuck that bitch was scurried, there's a killer out there

Cut that crying shit off, I cut you, die, I get off

I'm crawling up on the car

Trying to rip the moon roof lid off, out there

Bitch turned the wipers on, hazard lights and blew the horn

I smashed with my axe, and pulled her to the lawn, out there

She kicked me hard, to the grill

With one of them, Doc Martin heels

Murderers, you know how that feels

Your lip be out there

Time to die, close my eyes, swung and felt a thump

I done spilt her head in half like a tree stump, out there

[Chorus]

Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there

Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen

Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there

Don't you dare go out there, late night killers might be stabbing

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Lights on in the house, but it's dark outside

You can even close one eye, look bitch, I'm out there

Camp fire lit, boy Scout meeting's, they talk of me

Even they leaders got memories of me, I'm out there

Forensic scientists try to finger me out

But I'm too quick for their Sheriff's stupid asses

I'm still out there, pull up all your road blocks

I'm running through them's in my socks

Silently taken out all cops, one by one, I'm out there

Leave their bodies, in the street

Continue on my murder spree, they can believe all my heat

When I pull it out there, break up into the Zoo

Dress up in a monkey suit

Sticking up families for their loot, my brain, is out there

Handy with an ice pick, pull it out and use it good

In and out your temple, blood is squirting all out there

I'm the urban legend, you heard at your college dorm

Jump out and squeeze your vocal cords

When you out there

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bushwick Bill]

Some where out there, a remnants of Bushwick

My mind loads clips, at your block and leave you stuck bitch

A psychopath, with a clasp and a black ski mask

Leave you in body bags, for a news flash

I might be small, but I got big balls

Write my name on the wall, with bloodstains after the brawl

Evil thoughts, run deep in my brain, I'm sick and deranged

So picture the pain, flowing in my veins

Yeah I'm sick, I'm sicker then Hitler

My gat spit streak motherfucking forbidden scriptures

Niggaz run from a gun, forgetting they can't

I drag a Mossberg, cause it won't fit in my pants

I run up in your ride, it's parked and, it's darken

Jump out your glove compartment, sparking

The shit that I do, make many faint

Dead saint, turn your blood into candy paint

[Chorus]

Psypher '17 (Juggalo Love) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Ouija Macc, Lyte & Big Hoodoo)

[Lyte:]

One fucking question: tell me, where my Juggalos at

This life is a blessing thank God that I chose rap

Wicked clowns in your town know that the shows packed

Down 'til I'm in the ground everybody knows that

Fill 'em when I get it so you better get the medic

I'm about to blow motherfuckers wig back - dig that

Breaking ya bones like a twig- crack

Put it in the box like a Big Mac run and tell the pigs that

I said "Fuck the police til I'm dead!"

At least I'm a beast in my head

I'm violent 'cause a riot, now bye Fed!

I'm all in you, fallin' and ballin' like west group

Really never had money, never got a checkbook

Stress took away 'cause I got it down dead rook

Know that I'm fresh loose, leavin' the rest shook

Higher and higher and this flow she die for

And I know this hydro that I blow is fire

Just like a pyro, so check out my bio

I'm horned like a rhino and women admire

Young lizzle, hotter than the sun sizzle

'Bout to do my thug dizzle, 'bout to blow up like scud missle

Psychopathic hearthrob heart guy- I could make a tongue drizzle

Thats official. Professional juggalo prolo

Fuck on my team, that's a no-no

Respect that logo

This show, ho, what I stand fo'

Psychopathic Records my fam-o

Better watch, I'm about to eat ammo

Cause I am the Juggalo Rambo

Underground down, like a manhole

The mainstream cannot handle

I got shit for brains, I'm switching lanes

With the hatchet man sticker on that Lambo

Goin' HAM, bro, party 'til the bar closed

Car loads of hoes get swiped like barcodes

Bottle full of narcos up on the ceiling at Harpos

Only at our shows

I'm a rockstar slash monstar

I know I'm goin' fuckin' high star

I got a show to wreck, psychopathic soul to check

Your city I'ma bop hard

Then I stun a motherfucker, you ain't even gotta wonder

I'mma hit you with that thunder, I'm Godzilla!

Fuck you, my squad reala

Deep past that mob killa

Voodoo, Clay, Shaggs, J, Lyte and that ninja Ouija

Its all over, never weepy

Say at the door when you see me

Fuck the TV, the radio, this only for a select few

The only way I'll ever bury this hatchet is deep in your neck when I end you

[Violent J:]

Throw up your sign, blow up your nine

Paw, pap, click, pop!

Skull, cap, spit, slop!

Fall back, click, chop!

All that, slick, hot!

Draw, gat, kick, drop!

Jaw, jack, get shot!

Sword play and quick stomp!

It seems the demon lives deep inside of me

Crying, it's dyin' to kill, kill, kill

Deep in my heart, it's the oddity part

Please, slaughter me, I'm promising I'd oughta be killed

Throbbing, my arteries, always it startles me

Sure to bring murder and kill, kill, kill

Gotta be outta me, shock or lobotomy!

I can't take this out of me, I wanna be killed

What's Juggalo love if you're not a Juggalo

And you got a lotta bullshit, a whole lotta ho shit

Nobody know that ya owe shit

On a whole lotta old shit, got a whole lot of bullshit

Kinda wanna throw shit, kinda wanna throat slit

Kinda wanna go get a four fifth and hold it

Load it, run up in sauna and explode it

Down the road into a Benihana and unload it

[*gunshot*] Oh shit, you so lit

Blow shit in half and laugh, they don't know shit

Smoke shit, go kid, full clip

Wall of glass, you broke it, dope shit

Hocus pocus, need to focus

Though, don't blow this please

Triggers squeezing, chokin'

On these enemies croaking, bleeding, soaking

Greedy wipe up, weedy tokin'

Screaming "heed the viper!"

In deep, preoccupied and hyper

Need it but fails, scope in a sniper

Who proceeded to open fire, BLAOW!

Now he need a diaper

We bleed for the fam, ain't right for you

[?] Psypher do

We fat chicks, hicks, black dicks, clits

Psychics, bikers, dykers, fags

Slackers, crackers, junkies, druggies

Thugs, scrubs, rubber necks and hags

Slugs, hackers, bums, lackers

Winners, sinners, tweekers, drag queens

Richies, bitches, geezers, kiddies

Jerks, experts, fats flirts and gypsies

With ADD, HIV, Hep C

Epilepsy, asthma, stress and zits

Arthritis, meningitis

Crones, herpes, scabies and bitch tits

We movers, shakers, plumbers, painters

Undertakers, pizza makers

Lumberjacks, nuns for crack

Some get slapped and stumble back!

But we real to each other, bust 'em up, bust 'em up

Slug 'em up, slug 'em up, buck 'em up, buck 'em up

And we die for each other, gag 'em up, gag 'em up

Slug 'em up, slug 'em up, bag 'em up, bag 'em up

Ride 'em out, ride 'em out, take 'em out, take 'em out

Drag 'em out, drag 'em out, break it out, break it out

Chop it up, chop it up, risk stacks

Lop it up, drop it in fish snacks

[Big Hoodoo:]

My flows paint a portrait

Vividly, heaven's gate

My homeboys is insane

Literally Leather Face

I spit pure cocaine

Let it mentally resonate

It starts to sink in

Watch you physically levitate

Juggalo love and it's universal

My style's authentic and my words are hurtful

Truth when I give it, no gimmick, raw with it

All in it, y'all get it real fucking with the famo

Kush, cocaine, and gang load of ammo

Is all I keep on me, please don't sleep on me

Underground overlord, combat is my sport

Front line in a war, they ain't really ready for it

I'm rolling deep with fam

Loadin' up the yeapa

Niggas curl up when the Reaper comes

Start yellin' like Chewbacca

Hoodoo suited up and dressed to kill

I ain't nothing but a mobster

I go hard for the Juggalo nation

Spit in a face if anybody wanna say somethin' otherwise

Ride high when I fly by with my guys

All to so hell 'boutta break loose

Show you how to make moves like a double O G

From the hood, low key

Everybody know me I've been getting my grind on

Detroit had my back way before I signed on

I've got the whole city down ready to ride on

With Juggalo love everybody can vibe on (Vibe on)

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]

It's Juggalo love 'cause that shit lasts

Every other love was shut off

Disagree? Fuck your bitch ass

You can fuck the fucking fuck the fuck off

You lick balls and your kid's soft

I'll sock your whole head bald, wig off

Rock your lid off, get hip tossed

Get lost and get kicked in your lip gloss

I ticked off a hick named Hoss that I ripped off

My bitch-made boss to the quick wash

The dick payed raw, so I lipped off

Switchblade to his jaw, made his shit fall

Quick, I dipped in his whip and zipped off

I kick balls and slit pussy lip walls

You told me to get lost, 'cause I get sauce

And fucked this girl in the butt 'til my dick soft

She like dick sauce, her clit's soft, man

So she get tossed, then shit can

Tried to beat it up and lost, the chick boss

Left in my drawers backwards, criss cross

(Jump!) Get the wig wash, to a stick gloss

Dope, black, fat, Rick Ross

My shit [?], big costs

So cold [?] my shit frosts

Straight to the chop chop, nope, never got pop

Juggalo love, move anything you got, hot

My brother [?] we down, he'd clown

Always gonna be around, D town beat down

Juggalo love any time you hear the beat pound

Everyday we put our feet down to the street sound

From Guantanamo Bay to Greek town

It's Juggalo love, but I won't turn your freak down

[Legz Diamond:]

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, from the label that runs beneath the streets, we present to you, the latest and greatest hatchet man, from the trash fires of Detroit, Murderous, by way of Sin City, Las Vegas, Ouija"

[Ouija Macc:]

Ay, hold up

Coming up in the bitch swangin'

Leaving ya fucking head rangin'

Hey wait, Hatchet man hangin'

All on my necc and that motherfuccer blangin'

Pull up or shut the fucc up 'cause you know that you busters ain't finna do nothing

Couple of holes in your face and I'm lighting your fuckin' ass up like a pumpkin

Technically, that is a vegetable, now you are no longer able to function

Kicking that baby spit I wonder who dick you been sucking

Thinking it's gravy bitch I got that biscuit and I'm dumping (Boom)

Bunch of killers in the function

Pile of haters in the dungeon

Holy shit we 'bout to crush em'

You fucking stupid if you thought we wasn't

Lyte with me bout to rush em'

Kill em' all end of discussion

Suckers claiming what they ain't

Leave em' dripping like some paint

I ain't even gotta rap

I was waiting for the shank

Taking wicked shit back

Y'all been making that shit fake

Sneak dissing little bitches

We ain't nibblin' the bait

Pop off and get knocked off ya nose chopped off of yo face

Hop off in that moth coffin, your broad offer me brace

Who in the fuck did you thought it was

Living the bottom of every murderer

Ouija the goblin the demon the gurgler

Thought they were burglar they never heard of her

Creature like me I'm unheard of

Jump on a track like a hurdler

Foreign bitch in a chopper

Sin city baby burn it up

They found a third of the bitch that I killed in the woods

But they never discovered the cabin

I got your bitch in the cabin

She off a bean and she laughing

Next day you blowing my phone up

Asking me what the fucc happened

Sorry fell off of the wagon

Right into the medicine cabinet

Comet with a come up bullshit but I'm crushing every fuckin' thing in front of me

My moment has arrived

Duck and I slide

Juggalo love on my side

That shit ain't ever gon' die

Run up on me and my posse we gon' see

What's poppin' when I let my chopper decide

Bullets collide

Crumble your skeleton, blood into gelatin

Who wanna die

Better hope all y'all hear this shit

Ouija Macc came here to peel this shit

Never been shot but I drilled this shit

Zipped the body bag up when I kill this shit

For the knockoff brand trying to steal that shit

For the mainstream trying to conceal that shit

Frontin' on me you a stale ass bitch

You gonna ask yourself why you did that shit

No implants this some real ass shit

The whole gang in the game bout to spill this shit

People in the back won't miss this shit

Like the blind do braille you can feel this shit

Sure need some barbed-wire to rip this shit

Fatality mode let me finish it

Never forget who the family is

And the place you discovered the wicked shit

[Outro:]

I just wanna celebrate ('Cause Juggalos don't die!)

I just wanna celebrate (Cause we seventeenin'!)

I just wanna celebrate ('Cause Juggalos don't die!)

I just wanna celebrate (Yeah, motherfucker!)

Ay, ay, you bitter, we glitter

Quit pressin' albums up, you shouldn't litter

Yeah, straight wicked shit spitters

Juggalo for life, no quitters

Red Moon Howl lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Every so often the blood red moon rises

This means big surprises

Cats can feel it, they fight with each other

Psychopaths emerge and strangle their mother

People are high without dope in their system

Miscellaneous violence you could list 'em

The suicide rate on these nights quadruples

And wolves howl with dilated pupils

But these blood red moon nights get worse

When they happen to fall on October 31st

Like tonight I'm a grown man I should be home

Handing out gumballs, but I'm all in the zone

I want to murder somebody with a dull butter knife

I want to run wild and let go of my life

I'm sweatin', twitchin', I've gotta do something soon

Howl at the moon!

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon or something?

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon or something?

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon or something?

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon

I want to bask and soak it in, all the precious moonlight

Tonight it's bloody red it's got me feelin' alright

On top of that it's Halloween, the world is filled up with fright

I wanna reach the highest point so I can howl tonight

I don't even like Halloween! Fuck off me!

I ain't giving out licorice and toffee

But tonight is different, I'm feeling frisky

Kind of like I drank a whole bottle of whiskey

I look in the sky and the moon is bleeding

Got me thinkin' I'm some kind of heathen

I grabbed the hammer out of my tool box

And slipped out the back door wearing my socks

In the light of the red moon I hopped some fences

Wearing a Jason mask from Spencer's

I'm tempted to enter a home and slaughter

Kill this old man and choke his daughter

How do I fight this evil urge?

A red moon Halloween means it's time to purge

I stand there in a field with the moon above me

And howl because it's so lovely

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon or something?

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon or something?

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon or something?

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Are you talking to the moon

I want to bask and soak it in, all the precious moonlight

Tonight it's bloody red it's got me feelin' alright

On top of that it's Halloween, the world is filled up with fright

I wanna reach the highest point so I can howl tonight

I climb up this house carefully and slow

Once on top I'm under the moon's glow

I climb the chimney to the highest peak

And howl, try not to shriek

I climb a tree to its highest branch

The higher I go, the moon advance

I'm on the tippy top next to an owl

Peel out of my shirt and howl

If I don't howl blood will spill

I climb this building or I will kill

To the top I stand up on the air duct

Aand start to howl, as off I jump

I scale this tower totally naked

The urge to kill, I just can't shake it

I reach the top, the moon is passing

I start to howl and jump off laughing

I want to bask and soak it in, all the precious moonlight

Tonight it's bloody red it's got me feelin' alright

On top of that it's Halloween, the world is filled up with fright

I wanna reach the highest point so I can howl tonight

Sally McNally lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Last year, detective Dick Lubanus of Tallahassee Florida's Cold Case Unit dove into the 1988 murder of Sally McGuinness, who went missing after a night on the town. Three weeks later, her body was discovered, beheaded, in a wooden ravine, just two miles from home. Would DNA technology unavailable at the time of the murder finally reveal who was responsible for this heinous crime?"

The sick dude waits, looming. She enters the room to doom

He makes her get nude. The dick rapes her

And then takes and consumes a full broomstick up her butt

No bullshit, he duct tapes it shut

His dick skeets, she's deceased, at least at peace

He retrieves meat freezer keys

And opens it to a cold breeze, throws her in

Frozen, no degrees, so he'll have more when he please

"Don't miss Darkness Falls, Thursday night, the ID track"

It was a muggy midnight lightning storm (Lightning storm)

Bored with my wife, my penis wouldn't perform (The norm)

Stretched out on my couch, it happened to me (Happened to me)

Her story appeared on the channel ID, Murder TV

How quick she ripped and tore out my whole heart was a trip

Her picture crushed my soul down then sucked it right out through my dick (Loogie spit)

Her hair bouffant, eyeliner all heavy and smudged (And smudged)

Told me she was a head banging hair metal true 80's slut

Re-enactment dramatics

Bullshit tactics

Only two real pics of you?

One from '86, the other Christmas '82

You still split this wig, boo, couldn't hack it

Feathered hairdo, and leather jacket

Hot rock babe, too blurry old pics

Shown quick, left me with a furry swol dick

You're not just some dumb dead bitch from the past to me

Speaking that shit is blasphemy

Wait, keep that dead girl. She's beautiful

Since I seen you on that murder show, dreams keep comin' back (Keep comin' back)

I dream you're not from back then, you're from right now, in fact (Not wack)

We're roasting smores, then comes the big reality check

We leaned to kiss, then your head falls right into flames, rolls off your neck

Why did that fucker have to kill you so cold? (Kill you so cold)

Why are you from the 80's if you never got whacked? (You still be [?])

That re-enactment of your death was a shame

You can't replicate sweet dead Sally McNally, pal, you learn

Who was she? Tell me anything! She looked like a stoner, drinkin', probably headbanged!

Her crime doc, for me, meant a strange life change

Content, for my wife, estrangement

Feeling a little deranged and bent

I set myself down to Sally's killer's arraignment

Now my ass down to Tallahassee

Found the gala quite classy. I'm in a suit and tie

I had to shoot the guy in the back. Quick, I dashed

He's dead now, with the devil's dick in his ass

Broad daylight, I'm graveyard shoveling

You don't give a fuck with the love I'm in, no

I'm Dig Dug, boo. Let's get you a bub

I'ma sleep with your boney bones and give 'em love

I hope that miss McNally is coming mummified

You feel me, Sally boo? Give me something I can ride

If we super lucky, it'll be a hole there

A hole anywhere. Fuck, I don't care. I'm trying to go there

Bitch, at least give me something to hump in

Just a clumpin', a fuckin' lump or something

Damn. All bones. Just like my life. All bones

I wish there was more left of you than just bones (Than just bones)

As you and you killer in that poor room like I did won't bring you home

If you'd have had a daughter, that'd be the bomb

I'd be a wang-a-tang-a-bangin' that bad bitch out backward, picturing her mom

I'm back home. I guess I'll never get with ya

Sweet dead metal head, I'll never forget ya

Sally McNally, not just another dead name

A dead face, and reference to a case, then erased

No, baby, rewind, baby, be mine

I like your hairdo. Let me get near you

So, you met with disaster. No one has to know

Me and you, let's right a brand new forevermo'

Let me hear your laughter, a little gigglin'

Baby, live again. Let's get them titties jigglin'

You ain't a dead bitch. You're just dead wrong

Or maybe dead dumb if you ain't headstrong

You only die when you've given up. Try gettin' up

Who gives a fuck? Fly around and live it up

How real are you? Feelin' part two?

Three, four, five, six, bitch? Start to

Let's mix, switch autofix, quick

Fix all those chicks, give 'em pole dicks

Dead in '88, I said, "lady, wait"

You made it through to '92, I'm remindin' you

Hard on the dillas, billion dollar billas

Resurrectin' like Shangri-La pillas

So dead that dead talk, dead is '85

Born again, arive, how about a tenant drive?

665 round trip, you bare to dip

And don't forget, shit's over in a blip

"That's all you get, bitches! My bag is empty, just like your skulls! What the fuck are you still here for? Get the fuck out of my beautiful, flawless, rotting, dead face! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Goodbye, shitty-bitch shit heads! Hope you enjoyed playing with the poop! You still here? How about I kiss your lips good with the blade of my axe? Oh shit! The dimension is folding again! Ah!"

Santa Killas lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Hey, it's Christmas. It's Christmas in Detroit, we got a special

Christmas treat. We got Mike Clark on this shit, he's finna rap

And we got Fink from the eastside. Oh, and we also got 2 Dope."

It's the holiday season, snow on the ground

Candy canes, cookies sprinkle the town

Everyone's jolly, happy, and merry

The dead sing carols in the cemetery

I went up to the mall to meet a Santa Claus

"Why you wanna meet the Santa Claus?"

Just because he's a star and I wanna get his autograph

"Did you meet the fat bastard?"

You don't know the half

So I'm waitin in the line with my pad and pen

I finally got up to the bitch and he had a grin

He said that he watches me and I'm a disgrace

So I reach for the nine and shot him in his spine

All the kiddies runnin, screamin and cryin

Santa ain't breathin, I think that he's dying

He's trying to move so I boot him in his grill

Ahh, bitch should've known about the Santa Claus killa

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

I'm a Santa Claus killa

Bitch what the fuck you know about?

You knowin nothin

So fuck turkey and stuffing!

I drink a straight forty

Fuck that shitty eggnog

Cause I'm a wicked clown down straight freak dog

I gets paid, I'm picking up the G shit

And Santa Claus ain't never brought me shit

The fat slop doesn't buy my bread and milk

So don't come around bitch and get your cap peeled

I'm Mike Clark

I'm creeping through Clark Park

In a 1981 Sky Lark

And it's dusted, dented and rusted

Don't look or get your lips busted

Santa Claus won't bring me a BM

So I'm gonna choke that bitch when I see him

MC Detroit Big Wheeler

But on Christmas Eve I'm a Santa Claus killa

"Oh, I'm so lonely around Christmas, I miss Santa Claus

He won't come to my house, I wonder if he's scared

But that's okay, because if he won't come to me, I'll come to him

Santa I'm coming to see you. Merry Christmas."

It's Christmas Eve

Another time to deceive

Got another trick up my sleeve

He won't leave

I just wait tick tock ticky

Somebody tell me where the fuck is Saint Nickie

Nick, you prick, you north pole hick

Bitch ass sap, what the fuck is that? (huh)

Sounds like Rudolph and the whole clique

(It's time for some down with the clown G shit)

I hear the fat bitch in the chimney

Spark up the matches

Fire catches

And I burnt that MOTHAFUCKA UP

"Ho, ho... wha... wha... what the fuck!"

Cook his ass with a crackling sound

Watch as the ash comes juggling down

I smoke them bones and I get much illa

Fink the Eastside G

The Santa Claus killa

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

One last murder, I gets deadly

Sit back children, check the medley

It's cold out, I could give a fuck less

Cause I'm waitin on a bitch in a red dress

A fat bitch with a big white beard

Strapped with a big lead pipe I'm geared

I hear bells, jing-a-ling-ding, jing-ting-ling-ding-a-ling

That's the sound, the dead man hear

The dead man hear when death is near

I'm like Damn! Take my pipe and say fuck it

Whip and lug it

Straight to the nugget

Out cold in a flash, a dash

Then I pushed his ass off the ROOF and straight jacked the sleigh ha!

The ghetto's payday from the Santa Claus killa

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Santa Claus I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

The Santa Claus Killaz

Saucey lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

I stepped on stage and tore that shit up

Blow that shit up, get lit up

I'm up in the bar, underground rap star

I don't sing like a bitch, I don't slam a guitar

I'm 2 Dope, drunk as fuck, a straight ten

Bitches get dicked down, nut on, and spanked

Lean back, spent, I don't blow [?]

I piss on other proof, that's all that I need

I smoke bits of vodka, wetting my whistle

I'm drunk as fuck again, waving my pistol

You scared of me, I be the S2D

With the "SV" on my chest, woo wee

Who wanna get fucked up with me? Straight shots

Got a little brave, stood up and god popped

I knock hoes out when I'm up in the club

My bad, bitch, come on, it's all love

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (I drink to that!)

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (Let's drink to that!)

I stopped the car and stepped out with a bottle of Pooka

In the streets with my pants off, waving a Ruger

I'm fucked up though, yo, I'm all the way live

Every speed limit sign says a hundred and five

White Castles and Jägerbombs for breakfast, startin' off my day

Any other way is soft and gay

I fuckin' love my homies, man, I mean it, I really do

That ain't just the brew either, dude

I'm fuckin' pissed off though, man, fuck this bullshit

And if you think I'm drunk either, bitch, you don't know shit

I'm passed out on a lawn chair on someone's front porch

Sun beamin' on my face like a blow torch

My piss in the morning shoots harder than a fire hose

I aim for the sky. Where is blows, it goes

Fuck y'all idiots laughing at my

'Cause I was drunk, but I spit this masterpiece

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (I drink to that!)

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (Let's drink to that!)

One minute I'm dancin', next minute I'm fightin'

I'm locked in a choke hold, hoes scratchin' and bitin'

They throwin' me out, I'm too dang drunk

I'm screamin, "That's right! What the fuck you thunk?" (Punk!)

Bitch shake it, another drink, make it

I paint my face so it's no mistakin'

Who the fuck I be, alcohol by the pound

Double fistin' 40 bottles and smashin' 'em down

Bitch, I thought you owed me some money or somethin'

Hit me with a ten spot, so I can hit me with a hen spot

Tip the bitch, nah, I trip the bitch

They throw me out in the ally, but I pay no tally

I'm a homeless drunk, a boneless drunk

Beat me with pipes and bats all you want

It don't matter, off to jail goes the big drinker

On the back of the cop car, an SV sticker

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (I drink to that!)

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (Let's drink to that!)

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy, get saucy

So saucy, real saucy (I drink to that!)

Pour it up and gulp it down

Order up another round

We saucy

Scary Kidz lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

It's Hallowicked in Detroit

And the moon is full

Callin' all the creatures

I'm lookin' for the dangerous, creepy, crooked strangers

The nameless, mysterious, could be fuckin' stranglers

Low lifes, let downs, outcasted citizens

Never got no dividends, caught up in some shit again

The ugly, thugly, scrubby fuck bubbly

Mean and quiet, inside they want a riot

Can't deny it, can't buy it, the gumps and the kooky

Too short, too tall, scary, and the spooky

Played, underpaid, the never had it made

The never gettin' laid, sippin' Haterade

Callin' all the clowns who ain't funny, the dissed

This Halloween goes out to the scary kids

(Scary kids) Get yours a Halloween!

(This is the night) We make the world scream!

(When we unite) It's the scariest scene!

(And we haunt as an army) We all a team!

(Scary kids) Get yours a Halloween!

(This is the night) We make the world scream!

(When we unite) It's the scariest scene!

(And we haunt as an army) We all a team!

The mad weak, wack creeps, smack cheeks

The fat freaks, sad geeks, and black sheeps

The left back, held back, the sent back

Those who lacked, flipped out and cracked

The rejected, infected, lowly and erected

Those who wrecked it, the never respected

The bad ones, dropped out, while outs, no style

Last pick, throwaways, flopped offs, no smiles

Criminals and convicts, beggars and sluts

Numb nuts, dumb putz, dickheads, and cunts

I'm callin' all of us for a Halloween bash

Scary kids, let us come together at last

(Scary kids) Get yours a Halloween!

(This is the night) We make the world scream!

(When we unite) It's the scariest scene!

(And we haunt as an army) We all a team!

(Scary kids) Get yours a Halloween!

(This is the night) We make the world scream!

(When we unite) It's the scariest scene!

(And we haunt as an army) We all a team!

I got a scary forehead, terrifyingly big

You wouldn't like it if I headbutt your wig

Absolutely spookalicious, violent, and vicious

Scare you into shock or shoot some stew in your britches

Hallowicked's in the air, but I'm scary all the time

I kick it with the wicked, respect it like Frankenstein

It's candy yankin' time, but I'ma shank 'em from behind

And spank 'em somethin' fine and fuckin' dank 'em with the 9

This is our night, come up out your tomb

On the streets we loom, or hiding in your room

The walking dead are near, and all of a sudden, we straight

Even though you're too late, I think that's great

I walk around like Jason Voorhees, stabbin' and chokin'

Every Halloween, we piece together the broken

And we become the masses, your pain is in my heart

This one is for the scary kids out there in the dark, come on

(Scary kids) Get yours a Halloween!

(This is the night) We make the world scream!

(When we unite) It's the scariest scene!

(And we haunt as an army) We all a team!

(Scary kids) Get yours a Halloween!

(This is the night) We make the world scream!

(When we unite) It's the scariest scene!

(And we haunt as an army) We all a team!

Scary kids

This is the night

When we unite

And we haunt as an army

Scary kids

Insane Clown Posse other songs:

 

Skanta Claws lyrics - Insane Clown Posse, Anybody Killa, Twiztid & Syn (feat. Anybody Killa, Twiztid)

Christmas

Check it out

Fuck Rudolph, the mutt owes me money

Him and that faggot ass Easter Bunny

It's Sant, a bitch, recognize the pipe

Smokin' on that North Pole, get it right

It's the middle of August, piping hot

And I'm here looking like Moondog Spot

Nobody thinks about Ol' Saint Nick

Until they want some shit (Uh huh)

I got yo gift, a brand new hatchet

Let's see if your back can catch it

This year Santa Claus get reckless

Leavin' you neckpiece headless

Tell us what you really want for Christmas this year

Whatchu want?

Shit, a hydraulic pump

And whatchu want?

Four tickets to NSYNC

Everybody, tell us what you want

Family size bucket of chicken

Merry fuckin' Christmas, ho ho ho

Got my axe wrapped up, bloody ribbons and bows

Santa hat with my name on it, cocked to the side

Fat sack of the pine trees so I can get high

Red bag full of goodies for the girls and boys

Like a nine millimeter, fuck toys (Fuck toys)

It's December 25th baby, jingle my balls

Handin' out yellow snow cones to all a y'all

This year I believe Santa Claus went crazy

Caught his ass slangin' rocks to my old lady

Santa and Snowman bringin' under this shit

Happy Hanukkah, motherfuckin' suck my dick

Come and let us know what you want for Christmas Time

Whatchu want?

Where's my fucking brother?

And whatchu want?

A big chocolate donut

Everybody, tell us what you want

The Yanks to win a fuckin' series

In Christmas time you will have all out fun and cheer

In Christmas time we all will have much fun and holicheer

Ring a ding ding go the sound of my sleigh bell

Reindeer fly crooked (Why?) 'Cause they drunk as hell

That's how we do when we got shit to do

After all, it's Christmas Eve an event to

Hook all these little richie bitches up real nice

No Sega, Donkey Man, and fuck Old Spice

A hooker for little Jimmy, Timmy get some Henney

Santa puff a jimmy in a minny, Fuck Kenny

Georgy, aah, instructions for a séance

And Sam ain't gettin' shit but two dead parents

And now it's back to the Southwest Pole

All Skanta Claws got for Christmas was coal

What do you want? What do you want? What do

Whatchu want?

A little peek at your butt

And whatchu want?

A Craftman socket set

Everybody, tell us what you want

A whole elephant

Whatch want?

Some ice on my gold fronts

And whatchu want?

I'll suck your dick

Everybody, tell us what you want

A platinum plus plaque

Whatchu want?

Moon Glorius

And whatchu want?

A synful Christmas

Haha

Everybody, tell us what you want

I'll tell you right now, [?] with the [?] for the boys to come over, [?] four, five feet, [?] four, five feet [?] Throw me a beer

Skitzofrantic lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Just leave me alone, get the fuck on

Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home

I hear people walking in the other room

Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen

Try to drive home, someone's in the back

Whisperin words, breathin on my neck

Flickin my ear, I know they're right there

But I can't see em in my mirror, uh

Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead

They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head

Hiding under covers, they're trying get me

But I can tell one of them is under there with me

I got a phone call, I can't pick it up

Can't do a thing, just let it ring

Cause if I do, the phone will explode

I think I better leave him on hold

Skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] the commissioner has, uh")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("Bent over backwards, uh, literally")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("In the last several weeks, in attempting to resolve")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("Uh, this, uh, impasse")

I better just chill, bitch, get real

I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal

You want me dead so that you can get paid

I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time

I gotta kill them or they'll kill me

Who's these guys trying to walk down my street?

He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'

I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker

The man next door try to take me out

So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house

Here come the cops, I don't know shit

How do I know you're legit, bitch?

I hate to say it, but fuck Mort Crim

'Cause I can tell, he's just one of them

Every night I see him on my little TV

He's always looking at me, why?

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] ")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] do anything about it")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("We're going to take action now, we can't wait")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("The police is attempting to make a point")

Sittin' in my room, everything's dark

I think I heard somebody fart

Now how can this be? Ain't nobody home but me

And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?

I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes

Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes

Paint my face like a wicked clown

I'm down, straight skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("The officer who [?] ")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(" [?] slow down continue")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("And then, a new virus suddenly appeared")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("They called it the blue flu")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("It reached epidemic proportions")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("Only among police")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("They called it [?] ")

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

("There was talk of national guard [?] ")

I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a

I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a)

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(I'm a, I'm a, think I, I'm a)

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

(Lemme get some.)

No, you ain't getting none, bitch

This shit costs money

(Psst. Willaby. Willaby)

Oh, hey, hey, kiddies

How are you liking the ride thus far?

Excellent

This next one is about that shit

That comes out of the sewers and pipes

And chokes your neck

It's called "The Smog"

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Slim Anus (Eminem Diss) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

These stupid Earthlings cannot even get along with each other!

Eminem huh?

You wanna diss us?

You wanna diss Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid?

Well here goes a remix

From us to you

This is the truth about Slim Anus...

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who?

My name is Slim Anus

Hi, my name is huh?

My name is what?

My name is the fudgepacker

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who? (Excuse me)

My name is the nutlicker

Hi, my name is what? (Can I have the attention of your ass?)

My name is who?

My name is the buttsniffer

Hi, kids! Do you like Anus?

I let Dr. Dre fill up my butt for one chance to be famous (Uh huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did (Yeah)

Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight

But I can't figure out which Backstreet Boy I wanna impregnate?

And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)

I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty" (OK!)

Well since age 12 I felt like I'm someone else

Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt (Yup)

Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off

She don't know how to do Tommy Lee

I'd suck his dick off

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus it gets tapped dawg

Hi, my anus

My anus

My anus every now and then gets plugged up

Hi, my anus

My anus

My anus is occasionally reamed out

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus really needs to be filled up

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I told him to take his pants off, hooked him up, he let me slide

I pinched his ass, he winked at me

He chased me around the desk, I told him come and get me

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Flashed the bartender - and I tried to feel his dick up

Extra-terestrial, runnin' over pedestrians

In a space ship while they screamin' at me

Let's just be friends

99% of my life I was lied to

I just found out my Mom screws more guys than I do (Damn)

I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper

She met Violent J I couldn't believe it when he slapped her

You know you blew up when the women rush the stands

And try to touch your hands but I need me a man

This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph

(Dude can I get your autograph?)

So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, nice ass!"

Hi, my name is huh?

My name is who?

My name is (They call me the pore plugger)

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who?

My name is the itch itcher (Excuse me)

One of radio's wonder boys

They call me the butt itcher

Hi, my name is what?

My name is who?

My name is (I've been called Dre's butt boy)

Stop the tape this kid needs to be locked away (Get him)

Dr. Dre don't just stand there operate

I feeled up my balls and buttcheeks

Anal lube got my ass greasy for weeks

Stick your manhood between my cheeks (Yup)

Am I cumming or going, I can barely decide

I just drank a pint of semen - dare me to drive? (Go ahead)

All my life I was very deprived

Dre's butt is too sexy to hide

Take your pants off Dre, I don't mind

Clothes rip like the incredible Hulk

I spit when I talk, I'll do any guy that walks

When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

Sometimes I sit and wish Dr. Dre had a set of tits

Get behind me Shady and grab me by my hips

If I do that then I can't kiss you on your lips

By the way if you see my Dad

Ask him if he seen my spread in Gay Al's porno mag

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus gets tapped up

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus it's always getting plugged up

Hi, my anus who?

My anus what?

My anus occasionally reamed out

My anus it needs to be filled up

Your anus

Your anus

Your anus is always getting plugged

Your anus

Your anus

Your anus is always getting stuffed

You wanna diss us?

We don't even know you you little bitch

You wanna sit there and diss us?

You little bitch I'll slap your face off

That's what happens when you go up against the Psychopathic Family trick

You little bitch [laughs]

Slim Anus!

Slime lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Hello, girl...

Steve Meets Abu lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Picture, you've grown up in the holy lands of the Middle East, your entire life dedicated to religion. You don't know the wild lawlessness of the western world, only the peaceful ways of your God

You're happy, there's only a smile on your face

Nobody carries weapons, guns, shanks, or mace (nothing!)

No heroin or crack, homeless vets, or street gangs

No trench coat weirdos showing kids how they meat hangs (nope!)

Picture this, no cigarettes, shitty cancer burgers

No public massacres or titty dancer murders (none!)

Random bones, abandoned homes full of squatters

No breaking in, taking, raping your daughters

Picture this, no runaways, no kids having kids

Twelve-year-old meth heads dead or doing life bids

No preachers slipping roofies to children at Bible study

No wives with secret lives, slutty, fucking your buddy (no more!)

No gambling, liquor stores on every block

Homeless hobos in flocks, trying to score them some rocks (get off!)

No hookers' health spas and human sex slave trafficking

No devil at large and what that master brings

Picture this, five times a day, everyone around you

Is on their knees, kneeling, and the feeling surrounds you

Everyone succumbing to the faith that summons you

Next to the King, everything else is number two

In unison, all together now, its heaven's bow

They all proud, man, woman, and child

If a different belief than yours makes you wanna laugh

Picture Noah catching two bears, seals, and giraffes, bitch (ha ha!)

Picture being gay a sin, Adam and Steve

I laughed so loud in church, they fucking had me leave

It's all [?] and makes sense, if you was taught and raised, you'll have it

Even if your family tree fought slaves

Having been born and raised in the beautifully peaceful holy lands, picture how terrifying the ways of the Western world must seem to you, and picture how scary the constant threat of an invasion must be

Picture this, happiness, no mistaking your bliss

You just wish to exist and miss Satan's abyss

The rest of civilization are evil life nations

An ominous threat, you'll forever lie facing

Over there, women are raped, and snipers won't quit (damn!)

Pissed off judges sentence you while they dope sit (what?)

In school, you heard about the bombs and how to take cover

So insane they kill each other, even they mother (oh)

Divorce is nothing, they marry again and again

Bitches wear shorts up they ass, bearing skin

PLOW! Street shootouts, murder and violence

Picture that, when all you've known is peaceful silence

Their own government kills them with liquor and tobacco

Rich oil tycoons, evil as Hitler, straight jackals

But sicker and much quicker to react, smack, and whack those

With the black oil stacks they attacking and jacking them for

They could show up any minute, spreading evilness

Overthrow your own holy land and heed your bliss

Right or wrong, you only know what's been taught all along

Die in a holy war, god will adore you, so be strong

Picture the grim day of an actual invasion. The evil henchmen of the long corrupted mainlands have now reached your people and are demanding your conversion to their evil and deadly ways of life

Picture this, another quiet and warm blissful night

Suddenly, explosions ripped through your life

Your family screams, you lie shouting, "Shit's okay!"

But they was warned for years about this day

The devil's minions have finally come

You don't even think to escape. There's nowhere to run

Those who make it to the freeway are gunned down

Bridges explode, cars blown into dust clouds

Picture this, Satan's abyss demanding you and yours (no!)

Barking orders, talking foreign, kicking through your doors (no!)

You'll stand with us and pray to our god, or you'll die bleeding (no!)

We building prisons over here now, [?]

Picture this, explosives [?] to a vest

Three demons enter your home, you know what to do next

Kiss your family goodbye, phase through your surgeon

You're about to be chilling in heaven with a gang of virgins

They in your home, searching through your kitchen

Open up the door and pull the cord without flinching

You walk right up, he turns around and looks just like you

He says "My name is Steve." You tell him, "Mine is Abu,"

And then boom

اعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم

لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ هُوَ الْحَیُّ الْقَیُّومُ لاَ تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَهٌ وَ لاَ نَوْمٌ لَّهُ مَا فِی السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِی الأَرْضِ مَن ذَا الَّذِی یَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُ إِلاَّ بِإِذْنِهِ یَعْلَمُ مَا بَیْنَ أَیْدِیهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَ لاَ یُحِیطُونَ بِشَیْءٍ مِّنْ عِلْمِهِ

اعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم

Surviving The Game lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Paris)

Tell me, what the fuck you gonna tell a vet, a boss?

... yet? You lost

You underestimated, weak expectations

We superceeded all of that, fat all in the map

With that (ooh), like we brand new

We schoolin, freak it the whole game

Feelin' like a fool for speakin'

But we ain't tryna win any awards, make fake friends

Exploding below the streets, earthquake

In this... shed networking and digging tunnels

Invading the industry, hijacking the channels

The hatchet and hard truth, part proof that lives

Among the mass contention, the system gives

If you attackin' back with axes, gats and hatchets

Bust 'n doing backflips by any means tactics

Get it, their head all in the way? Split it

Always leave one alive so they can tell 'em you did it

And then we

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin' the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

It ain't nothing but a thing to spit fire

The real shit don't expire we at a high wire

Pullin' tricks 'n stunts we done only hit once

Electrocute the industry every six months

We get on this bitch but we don't want it

Keep the Lotus low love don't flaunt it

Another Juggalo hit bitch I'm on it

And if I ever won a Grammy I'd pawn it

You wanna know about this?

Well I doubt this you wanna diss

Cause what you love ain't about shit

We not only survive but thrive and blast

And never stop like "Ah, at last"

Puttin' in work self-made experts

Show this played out scene how the next works

Ambition, that's what got these ho's dissin'

Thowin' weak ass blows and all week missin'

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin' the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

Dough gotta cut, let me introduce

To the Juggalo nation ain't no substitute

For the original hard truth soldier it's on

I get the strap of the wreck and get yo motherfuckin' back blown

The revolutionary pro hitter

Spittin' hard truth bricks over street slaps we get with' ya

With 4 million sold...

It ain't a thing for me to post and reach across the motherfuckin Nile

Motor city get yo grib tight

'N recognise the arcitect that sparked the light

Crack the code, show the whole world the power of truth

Now motherfucker can you buy that too? I guess ruthless

I see the bitch in them ho's they get nervous

'Cause I'm N.W.A. but with a purpose

In these days and times all fake raps and media traps keep it underground

Guerilla attack

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

We break bread, make bread, take bread

They said, that we couldn't do it

But we still here surviving the game

We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to

Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game

From killa county to the motor city rollin'

We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters

And we still here survivin the game

It ain't nothing but a thing to us

It ain't nothing but a thing to bust

We crush 'em

It's like a blast fast massacre, mass than blast faster

'N slash your whole status, you're staff 'cause y'all have had it

I crash through with mac-mooze [?] attack fools with the black tool

With the hard truth for the grass roots and greet y'all with that Whoop Whoop!

It's MC'in, I'm seein' 'em eatin' them notice

It's no supposing just quotable quotes I wrote 'em

Fuck around in the arena, I'm meaner, supreme 'n leaner

I seen 'em slippin', I rip 'em, I'm set trippin' 'n blitz in your system

Juggalos know the best they, recognise my essay

Comin' deep as essays, I'm S.A

The moral of the story's like Maury, I am the father

Split your wig back, bullshit raps don't even bother

Take your motherfuckers back to battlin'

I'm battlin', known to make 'em scatter when spittin' gangster chattering

All up in your gathering, back I'm with that black on snatch

'N crack your backbone, bitch don't even act on

Write a check 'n make your whole crew bounce

Fake rappers wanna give me a pound

Can't fuck around with that wanna-g, wannabee-itus it's like a virus

Sign they ass into the clinic, g shit I be the venom, hit him up, for sinnin'

Run, protect yo women, Juggalettes know, recognise the true's for jokes

Let a soldier do his thing when I'm in yo scene

Kiss the pinky ring now motherfucker I'm anti-bling

And I take bread 'n make bread, what they said

And all that, but stall that, I never change the format

Recall that, when this drop, I am Hip-Hop

So fuck what you claimin', hard truth don't stop

So before you fix your mouth and say that you ain't heard

The A-R after the P before the I-S served

No I put you up on gang cook, ain't have a skirt

From my mouth to your motherfuckin' ears now that's my word

The Dark lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

In the dark, decency don’t have to be the rule

In the dark, nobody’s watching; you can be a fool

Hang upside down, a gargoyle or a creepy ghoul

Take shit as far as you like; don’t have to keep it cool

In the dark, you’re not responsible for all that you’ve done

Generate enough blood to drown the morning sun

There’s lots to do to cemeteries, and the morgue is fun

But the dark is everywhere, dead to explore the fun

Nobody has a face. You can be what you want

Are you alive is all that matters. Your heartbeats you flaunt

And the darker the better; the dead are free to haunt

You can hear ‘em calling out your name; you see they taunt

Everyone’s alone. They savages. They tear at each other

They all share a common goal: they only care that you suffer

In the dark can be thick, suck out your air when you smother

‘Til you can’t escape the darkness, even under the covers

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I hear a *scream*

And a *caw*

With a *caw, caw*

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I just see heartless darkness, quick to flip you into a carcass

Flip!

Faster than a fire is the smoke when it spread

Do some filthy shit to your bitch or choke her instead

Hear the blade cut through the air and poke in your head

You’ll be prayin’ for the shit to end, hopin’ ya dead

It’s black ninjas in the dark. Even your shadows have shadows

Black as oil skeletons, you can hear them bones rattle

Blackness first, the dark see nothing void of tome battles

You can feel the dripping heat, more blood than slaughtered home cattle

The blackness of their eyeballs are bottomless pits

Something’s frowning in the darkness, you ‘bout to get bit

So much blackness is surrounding, you drown in it quick

Would you rather step in guts or hippopotamus shit?

Black teeth, black eyes, black hair, black skin

Black tongue, black soul, black magic

Your throat we will slash it

Red rum, unholy and tragic

And some come hold the black hatchet

Knock you out cold with a ratchet

They young and old going batshit

Ain’t no controlin’ the action

Black blood be flowin’ and splashin’

Just bein’ choked with a passion

Sickness take hold when you catch it

Darkness can’t nobody match it

His head explodes when you smash it

Stabbed full of holes and some gashes

But it’s much too dark to see black blood all over the mattress

There’s a raven in the room, but all we hear is a squawk

Actually, we can’t even see. Maybe it’s a hawk

I don’t know, baby, a crow maybe, or it’s a black swan

Under the black sky, black shit all on a black lawn

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I hear a *scream*

And a *caw*

With a *caw, caw*

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I just see heartless darkness, quick to flip you into a carcass

Flip!

In the dark, decency don’t have to be the rule

In the dark, nobody’s watching; you can be a fool

Hang upside down, a gargoyle or a creepy ghoul

Take shit as far as you like; don’t have to keep it cool

In the dark, you’re not responsible for all that you’ve done

Generate enough blood to drown out the morning sun

There’s lots to do to cemeteries, and the morgue is fun

But the dark is everywhere, dead to explore the fun

Nobody has a face. You can be what you want

Are you alive is all that matters. Your heartbeats you flaunt

And the darker the better; the dead are free to haunt

You can hear ‘em calling out your name; you see they taunt

Everyone’s alone. They savages. They tear at each other

They all share a common goal: they only care that you suffer

In the dark can be thick, suck out your air when you smother

‘Til you can’t escape the darkness, even under the covers

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I hear a *scream*

And a *caw*

With a *caw, caw*

I hear a *caw*

And a *caw*

With a *caw caw*

I just see heartless darkness, quick to flip you into a carcass

Flip!

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

The darkness will engulf everyone

The darkness and Hell will blend as one

The darkness will bleed out the sun

The darkness is morbidly fun

Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun