Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

Intelligence & Violence (1990)

Intro lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Violent J, yo homeboy I'm packing a punch

Knocked out Greg on the motherfuckin' Brady Bunch

For no apparent reason, yo that's my attitude

Fuck off, gold digger, I don't rap for gratitude

Don't remember your name after I get the shot

Don't get loud, bitch, I'll tie your lips in a knot

Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military

Leavin' freaks hangin' like a motherfuckin' dingle berry

Yo man, I like big fat funked up freaks

[?] slapping that anus and I'm slappin' her butt cheeks

[?] my dick gets harder

My nuts petrified when I fucked Nell Carter

Cold-hearted [?] nobody pass

[?] little monkey looking ass

My nuts don't hang boy, too much fame

And your nuts are hanging down like a great dane

Military connections got Bruce Lee to thank

Pulling drive by's in a fuckin' tank

[?] and hit and never I'm wack

'Cause I'm built to the mack

"Yo man, this one goes out to the [?] posse, that's right, [?] posse, my boys over there. Psych. All them fuckin' hicks. Them big-ass horseshoe wearin' fuck, straw hat, bean grill, pork cookin', [?] bear-footed, car fixin', fuckin' rodeo ridin', [?]. Ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Intelligence & Violence lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle

Don't you know you're in trouble up the creek without a paddle

'Cause I keep gettin betta I'm tougha then leatha

I'm rated numba one and I'll reign for eva

Some people wear silva and some wear gold

But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold

It's like a fantasy it's irony my rhymes go down in history

Hit my boys proven with the freshest terminology

Know more words then a pocket dictionary

Got more information then your local library

Some girls I'm kissin and others I'm dissin

But you don't know what you been missin

Make a fresh tongue twista

Could give your tongue a blista

If you see it my way then there's a chance you'll diffa

Give a sigh then you cry then you say goodbye

Don't even try don't reply then you want to die

I make you rhyme though it's time

Commit an innocent crime

It's the truth no excuse a visual rhyme

Dissin you, to battle me you bit off more then you can chew

Tearin up the scene destrukter van vew

The way I'll leave you more puzzled then A Rubik's Cube

Wanna battle the best you're gonna die like the rest

Wait I'll crush your bones and rip up your flesh

You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills

'Cause every person that don't listen is a sucker that kills

And when I first started rappin I set some goals

To rock your mind, your body and of course your soul

Now when it comes to these goals I have now achieved

So for all you non-believers it's TIME TO BELIEVE

Take it to the Violent Side

Violent J yo homeboy I'm packin a punch

Knocked out Greg on the motha fuckin Brady Bunch

For no apparent reason that's my attitude

Fuck off gold digger I don't rap for gratitude

You'll remember my name after I get the shot

Don't laugh now bitch I'll tie your lips in a knot

Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military

Legal Freaks hangin like a motha fuckin dingle berry

Yo I like I like big fat fucked up freaks

I'm waxin that anus and I'm slappin her buttcheeks

Hey yo the J stands for Joe

Violent straight up means that I'm a motha fuckin psycho

Reputation like Jason on the southwest side

Shot 47 times boy still ain't died

In the LA roads pumpkin gangsta codes

Sellin yayo part time sellin stereos

Yeah boy and my tape comes with 'em

When I stole the radio my tape was already in 'em

Life style of a motha fuckin scalowag

Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag

I'll use it 'cause ya never know I'm packin a gun

Straight up young one you don't want none son

Fuck those talkin shit fuckin seem to quit

Talkin shit about the tape and don't make 'em say shit

Young Caucasians raisin hell on our tape

Impersonate Violent J I'll crush your head like a grape

Talk shit about my posse hope you have a ball

When I see you I'ma slam your fuckin head in the wall

Intelligence and Violence...

Wizard Of Delray lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Aw shit homeboy you shoulda seen me

Drunk at the party drinkin 5th of M.D

Cold passed out on my homeboy's crib

Curled up on the floor like a motha fuckin kid

Dreamen I was drinkin some Faygo

In my dorm house and here comes a tornado

The crib goes up spinnin round and round

Then BAM I just landed ground

Walked out the house seen the yellow brick road

Up walks a little pimp with a can and some gold

Nugget rings, gold teeth and a cup of 8 ball

And only 3 feet tall

He said welcome and greedings to your new land Joe

I said who the fuck are you Sky Lolo?

He said I'm a pimp a player a baller and yo

To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road

By the way homeboy you got a murder rep

Pointed down at the house and my head just sat

I crushed the witch all I saw was a freak

She had a fresh pair of pumps on lookin oh so sweet

I grabed the midget by his throat and checked in his gat

Slaped 'em in the eye and said I'm the mack

Checked on the witches pumps and said I'm on my way

My name ain't Dorothy yo it's Violent J

If the wizards guards don't let me pass

I'ma stick my size 10 boot in they ass

Walkin down yellow brick singin Yo Crime Pays

Came to a part in the road and a half and a gage

In the field I saw a God damn scare crow

I ain't playin no games tell my ass where to go

He said hold up motha fucka it ain't about all that

I ain't scary bitch my names Nate The Mack

I got a Mossberg underneath my straw

We can buck 2 pucko he's a God damn jaw

Yo homeboy this place ain't a joint

This crazy ass belongs with me in Detroit

He said Scare Crow Mack I don't really care

Like big daddy cane I'll take you there

So we sat down chillin on yellow brick

Talkin about all the bitches that sucked our dick

Later down the road I said God damn!

I saw a fuckin tin man

I said suit cans scrap metal and coral

I'ma crumble your ass like aluminum foil

Unless you take me to the wizard so I can go home G

Damn Tin Man had a gat pointed at me

I'll team with 2 Dope and I'll fuck you up

Figure I'll pull the trigger and your casket shut

I said bring your tin can ass with us

Me and Scare Crow Mack will stick to bust

A cap in the Wizards ass

Come to Detroit and make plenty of cash

Commin up to the forest me and my 2 boys

Like in the movie we was singin that noise

Hoods and Hoodlums and Theives oh my

Hoods and Hoodlums and Theives oh my

Hoods and Hoodlums and Theives oh my

I'ma blacken someone's eye

If I get jumped in the fuckin jungle

Cause if someone rushes me, we gonna rumble

Then a fuckin lion jumped on Nate The Mack

Tried to eat his ass like he was Nate The Snack

The Lion pulled out a gat and said drop your walletes

You wanna spark homeboy you eatin bullets

My name is Lavel Lion then he started cryin'

Slip once and all ya mothafuckas are dyin'

Chill you God damn buck tooth ass hoe

Don't rob us G rob a liquor store

In Detroit Delray southwest city

Cause you know livin in these woods is shitty

Come with us, we'll take ya to Delray

You can rob mothafuckas every God damn day

Shit finally we was at the castle

And with their guards we got no hassle

Strapped like Al Capone started bustin out the hoes

Droped them all, like domino's

We found some big doors so we kicked 'em in

And that's when we seen my Wizard friend

I said take my ass home and he started to laugh

So I shot his pompous show magical ass

Boom boom boom, the muthafucka dropped

Before I stepped to 'em make sure my gun was cocked

We found a set of key's layin beside him

They went to his truck and we was low ridin

Back to Detroit like MOJO

Fucked his ass up and we forgot about toto

Bang woke up drunk as hell

Stumbled over to Rude Boy

Before I started to tell My story

Then I let it pass

Cause I know he'll laugh at my drunk ass

Violent J's The Mack lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Yo Baby Violent J's the Mack

Hoe trick bitches I love you all

Cause I drill threw your neden like a God damn chainsaw

I last a while, and when I finally nut

It'll come out your ears and shoot out your belly button

I'll wine you and dine you and when we's in the sack

Put my shoulder on your stomach and put my foot on your back

Right leg stuck to the wall with super glue

Then I start strokin' like a Chinese Kangaroo

I tie your leg to the mother fuckin' bed post

Insert my ding-a-ling and you're howlin' like a ghost

Violent J's the Mack

Yo Baby Violent J's the Mack

I do back flips, like an acrobat

And then slap you in your face with my nutsack

Cause I work ya like a Siamese shogun

Bring your Great Grandma and that'll be more fun

Cause age, ha, I got no standards

I'll show my scrotum sack to innocent bytanders

I'll tie your legs together, behind your head

Then do you like the Skipper on my water bed

I once fucked a girl with 3 titties

Two pussies, six booties in the inner city

Yeah I'll never forget that hoe

Cause I spread her frog legs and fucked her with my big toe

Yo Baby Violent J's the Mack

Violent J's the Mack

I nut in you like a cream-filled Twinkie

Have you bendin' more ways than a mother fuckin' slinky

Neden to me is a joke

Because I work 'em so hard that they start to smoke

Violent J's the Mack

HAHAHA Violent J's the Mack

Cause Violent J's the Mack

Work 'em like a wolf when he's wolfin' out

But you'll get slammed if the ho ain't puttin out

Cause baby if you're a trick ass hoe

Tell ya what baby doll, come see uncle Joe

Cause I'm the Mack

Violent J's the Mack

Yo, Forehead's the Mack

[?] 's the Mack

O 3's the mack

Violent J's the Mack

Joe Bruce the Mack

I'm the Mack

I'm the Mack

Quit smokin' crack, jack

Cause I'm the Mack

Hahahahaha, Trick-ass ho

Gangsta Codes lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

It was a Saturday Night and I was lookin for fun

So goin fellas we gonna bash the re-run

Of the posse so I decided to go

With Nate the Mack and his old ass old's

Rollin through the alleys, we never take main roads

Cause we follow Gangsta Codes

Commin up to Marshal, at a light

Some punks behind us kicked on they brights

They ran out their car and wouldn't ya know

Dumb fuckers just smashed out the back window

Yellin some shit about 'Fuck Delray'

Jumped back in their car and tried to get away

We lost 'em off Camble but that's ok

Cause I know where these fuckers stay

And you can bet it sure was bouncin and fun

I'ma chew his ass up like bubble yum

Walked to the front door but it was locked

So I played it cool and I knocked

And they opend the door and looked out

And that's when they caught a beer bottle in the mouth

Lady ran out the back door probably his mother

They slamed the bitch, with a Lousville Slugger

Hit 'em house harder it makes sense

You fuck with Violent J and it's your village expense

No feelings for others, you gotta be cold

Cause we follow gangsta codes

I was younger, and I met a fine lady

I never give time to a bitch with dimples maybe

I met during a concert at the atitude

She said Up on stage, was that you?

I said, yeah how'd ya like my show?

Great Violent J can I call ya Joe?

I said can we go back to my place I wonder?

Then I fucked her like a Jungle Samoan Head Hunter

I had it goin, my love was flowin

But after 2 months things started slowin

Down I thought she might of been crawlin around

So I went to a school on the rich side of town

I hawked a scope through the class room window

Looked in and saw the fuckin bimbo

Was holdin hands with some rich fool

I'ma kill his ass, but not in school

I'ma call up the boys and when the bell hits 3

I'ma stomp his fuckin head on the concrete

They walked out, chit chattered about the weather

Then I ran up and slammed their fuckin heads together

ICP kicks them around like a hacky sac

It's for the girl Violent J she gets more then a smack

To make sure she don't fuck around with guys no more

I put her in a figure four

Never say you're sorry make your ass see the rules, bitch

I follow gangsta codes

Never forget the first time I had a gun

It was a 22 Its hot under the sun

One day I was at Kid Villians girl friend

I said I gotta take a piss she said go right in

Instead of the bathroom I went through another door

And found a 22 in her daddy's drawer

I punched in a course and I was geeked as hell

Along with a few other items I could sell

Kid fucked, fucked it's time to go

But on the way home all's I had to know

If it worked or not, so I took aim at a stray dog

And I blew out its brains it was fresh as hell

I couldn't wait to shoot

Some dumb bitch or a prostitute

Delray cafe can establish business

All of the costumers were about to witness

An armed robery out for the cash flow

Atleast 500 and a bottle of Faygo

Walked in and said, I'd like a hamburger

A large fry and your cash in the register

I pulled out the gun that I was proud to have

She was terrified but the guys in the back

Must of knew some day this would happen

Cause they had 2 shot gunz and an AK-47

I looked at my gun and the Mexicans weapons

I looked at the door and I started half steppin

Out but it really doesn't matter I supose

Cause I still follow Gangsta Codes

D-Lyrical to annivers the Gangsta Codes

That's the lonely follow only in roads

Chosen path with the pun we had taken

I thought so quick there's no time for shaken

And that's what J was here to say

For the Spanish tribe that follows 'Do you comprende' others do you understand

Well grip the words that I'm givin at hand

Take this as a guide and persue this disclosure

Cause I be the real thing and that's why you flows

For those that don't follow don't be a sucker off the street

Just another justice is what you'll meet

Skip one on the passage and one I wrote

Take this as a message and follow Gangsta Codes

2 Dope Follow Gangsta Codes

7 Up Follow Gangsta Codes

Nate The Mack Follow Gangsta Codes

Lay Low Follow Gangsta Codes

Rude Boy Follow Gangsta Codes

Charlie T Follow Gangsta Codes

Don Juan Follow Gangsta Codes

Kid Villian Follow Gangsta Codes

D-Lyrical Follow Gangsta Codes

Q-Tip Follow Gangsta Codes

Juan Follow Gangsta Codes

Andrew Follow Gangsta Codes

MC Bruce Lee Follow Gangsta Codes

Iron Ranger Follow Gangsta Codes

Paul D Follow Gangsta Codes

John Rock Follow Gangsta Codes

And the back seat counter is in full effect BOY

Aight

My man J Follow Gangsta Codes

My man J.P. Follow Gangsta Codes

My Man Jerry Follow Gangsta Codes

Can't forget about Ryan he Follow Gangsta Codes

Sam, the Man Follow Gangsta Codes

Pimp Daddy D Follow Gangsta Codes

Michael Queery Follow Gangsta Codes

Pumpkin Follow Gangsta Codes

Jeff Follow Gangsta Codes

Inner City Posse, southwest detroit

Funny thing is, every motha fuckin resident

Follow Gangsta Codes

God DAMN

PEACE

Inner City Posse (Interlude) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

On the rammed-out streets of inner city Del Ray

Have breeded the ghetto crime-minded terrorist group known as the ICP

Their alias read as follows

Violent J, the path maker to an underground society

D-Lyrical, knowledge wisdomeer

Too [?] and Kid Villain, soldiers of the forbidden wasteland

Laylo, keeper of righteousness

Too Much and Too Dope, rhythm holders of the forbidden wasteland

MC Bruce Lee and the Iron Rangers, military [?]

John Rock, [?] Detroit Michigan

Nate the Mack, the definition of inner city night life

The ICP

Inner City Posse

Gangsta Times lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Philosophy and music, that's my category

Hip-Hop thungs in the ghetto territory

My story is cold but it must be told

Started out with the very first man I rolled

A party store owner, became a blood doner

Donated some blood to a delly street corner

I clubed the old man with a brick on the chin

It was grand master sin but I'll do it again

Prostetutes want loot so they can shot up

Haha, what's goin up is the end of my boot bitch

Right up your ass if you try and confront me

Try and comfort me you lie in my trunky

Pick you up down river, you never should quiver

Deliver cap peeler dump your ass in the river

I kill prostitutes just to whore I can whore

Violent dribbles say man I'm in the ghetto territory

My days away of well bred disbelievers are on their death beds

My territory is what you vacate

The realm is mine so let me say that

This is a play that goes without sayin

A disease of lyrics that is about to be infective

Break it down to some intelligence B

Aight

Breakin it down till dawn

Cause your warshiping the ground I walk upon

Fell short from the rhyme that was in youth

Like an egection of steroids pumpin juice

Let's return to a condition that's critical

As I give a dose of me, the Lyrical

So when I step to the door

It better be me you had a ration for

Felt the violence now feel intelligence

Pleed the 5th, the case is irelivent

In the croud is who will persue

Whatever it takes, that what I'll do

Cause I'm a push over when it comes to a gathering

Grab a mic, and make it start happening

Break through from the ghetto to bring you this

Punk didn't you know, I never miss

I bout urenin to be hype

If you get what I'm sayin, then your my type

Don't worry, cause I won't neglect

Inner City Posse is in effect

Why don't ya kick a little violence J

Street gang so we bang sweet hours we hang

Occupasion gang population ghetto thang

Educatin make a facial was too much for me

No smarter pushin cards at the A.M.P

Now I wait down wage so I grab a gage

Hopin saw once more hey make front page

To survive detroit on average pay

Some choose to abuse to live this way

Projects come home in the ghetto zone

Don't man they pass who never roam

Iron hand over land stand proud down town

Mile away in delray a dead boy is found

Situation in our hands pumpin out a free story

Correction start killin from the ghetto territory

Somethin' To Say lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Somethin to say stereo my scenario

Boy I love to put a critic in critical

Fools perade perade so full in the brain

I started showin and blowin and showin up to the grade

I don't play no games look around now clown throw down

Dirt mounds were the corps is found

After every show the critics call me a criminal

Cause the who I know, cause of were I go

Some interjections practice and colectin gets paid

Play all day, you wanna check this

Perhaps to inform me I'm a lyrical phantom

Critic can't stand a canom mahanom

To the ICP so we can skin they hide

It's critic hunt season all them suckas die

Then I sit in the shade with the jams I made

Layed they get paid and get stired up like Kool-Aid

Some get fed up, I won't let up

They get shet up we met up and go head up

Then I slam them asses and lyricaly

Lyrical by suprise they then avaporize

See them they don't understand a system in judicial

The ICP is pullen tracks individualy

So you can see for to me money

Tryin some salery how can it be

A pencil paper figure to conclusion

And start usin a scratch to confusion

What do you get the shit or quit I'm singin it

Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hatin it

Critics can't stop me my music will always play

I got somethin to say

Somethin to say about America's murder town

Here to prove that Detroit is the worst around

On the streets, roamin population

Word is heard it's raised across the nation

Villians roamin on the avenues

Third collins hear just the name of you

2 Much and 2 Dope you better hope to cope

Nope ya boys hold and shook the rope to cope

Ghetto Style are you worth his while

He'll smielin and fielin put the boys in a pile

Q-Tip legit shit you confetti

Think he still havin a fit you fuckin hell streek

Kid villian he's always willin

To kick ya lazy motha fuckas to the motha fuckin ceilin

Bad luck bro, cause I snatched your change

I looked at the plate and it said Made in spain

So what did I do? I sold it down town

If I'm a gang I'ma be the best around

Tragety someone catch the beein me

It wasn't me the fools got the jewlery

Out of town let me remind you

That I'ma find you

Then I'ma grind you, spit find you

Look at our crime tryin to find a solution

I'll be introducin to and exacution

Some try to tangle think they can mangle

Haha, I said we strangel

I said it gets better, cause it's the better and the better then the best

Damn that was fresh

There's other things I see like inner city Delray

When it comes to Detroit I got somethin to say

Somethin to say about a motha fucka snitch now I'm sittin in jail

Ain't that a bitch?

A snitch is the type of guy that is very agravating

Put me in jail with one you better segregate

Before its too late before I dominate

Snitches are bitches all of 'em I hate

Yeah Violent J and I know you'll agree

That the ICP will show no simpathy

But make sympothy bitches ain't shit to me

But it's slick to be the rhyming of the synthany

Snitches don't like us boys that are ghetto hard

So I played there ass like a uno card

Start fetchin don't even mention

Whatever it was that we did to cause attention

Sometime snitches don't even need to be there

I know Violent J has a 9 millimeter

I get busted they can't be trusted

So I smear there asses like mustard

Some try me and think they can find me

I'm put up in jail, yo you know were I'll be

If I see a snitch you gonna see the individual

And my visibaly be unforgetable

Murder is homocide brutaly died

When they hook us what they saw they shoulda lied

It's pay back time and paybacks are a bitch

That's what happend to a motha fuckin snitch

On the scene of a crime, stay the hell away

I got somethin to say

Violent Crimes lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Violent Crimes of the ICP

Yo J take it away homeboy Lyricaly

The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident

I got more boys than the motha fuckin president

Watchin my back through jack leadin jack

Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked

By 14 of the hottest motha fuckas on the water bed

ICP fuck a microglycerine

I'll let his backbone pry out his motha fuckin throat

Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat

Yo Homeboy you know your in effect

But what about the crimes you ain't kicked none yet

On the ramed out streets of the inner city Delray

There once lived a little boy named Violent J

Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of

When he hit 13, motha fucka when violent

Took along yo the crimes that I done

People must understand it wasn't just for fun

When your cold at night and there's nothin to eat

You can give a fuck about another fuckers feed

Growin up stonger one next to me

With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee

Hangin at the stadium just talkin and swearin

Punk walk by laughin at what I was wearin

Prince born walkin around with silver spoons in his mouth

My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out

Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house

Leanin against his old's drinkin 40's with clouds

Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key

They took it all and left 'em in his BVD's

2 Much and 2 Dope got boomin rides

Took your amp took your tookin snick by nine

Try to told 'em between us and your fresh seet to

Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you

Kid Villian the hustla took the whole damn ride

Didn't notice your girl was still sittin inside

She stayed in the car while you ran in the store

Kid plucked your car and ended up fuckin your whore

Q-Tip look through your window on a monday night

Took your couch big jar everything in site

Sold 'em all for gold cause my boys are swingin

Stole your mothers raidy rade off her motha fuckin finger

Lay Low sold bullets to your uncle Jim

And the village men wonder why he been gettin so slim

Now he steals from you so at night your lockin

And the money you get goes to Lay Low's pocket

D-Lyrical like a cat sneaks up from behind

Check nine to your spine is what your able to find

That pile yo is cool and calm

That rope around your neck winds up in a pile

Don Juan goes back just askin the fool

Spent more time in jail, then you spent in school

In the LA roles just go make a deal

Stole your little snitches mother fuckin tranin wheels

Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D

Got more freaks then a skater got teeth

But pimpin pimp daddy is pimpin down river

Can in one had with one to hold the liver

Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew

Make kid visiouse look like Little Kid Blue

So battery had to be done to an HP

Simple plan its all so the sucker try to say maybe

Rude Boy, aww shit J tell 'em

HP watchin verner boys swellin

Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew

What the fuck can you do?

The playable unstopable ICP

Boy you can't fade me

Your game is too tuff is what you say

ICP stands for I Can Play

Any game set up by a barn yard hit

Touch a pich fork, and my gun will click

So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for

Fuck you and your mothers a whore

I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boyz

And you down with Violent J if your playin my noise

Yo J you know your cold fuckin it up

D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt

Word D, the inner city delray is jumpin

With what ya put out cause your shit is bumpin

Man HP's over there in that car

Before we fuck 'em up let's tell 'em who they are

Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs

Ain't down with gang bangin only down with milkin cows

Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it

Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute

They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead

Whent he Barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed

Now I'm ready to whip some ass

Cause in Detroit we don't play that

Hand me a bat

D-Day lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

D-Day

D-Day

D-Day

3, 2, 1 D-Day just begun

D-day the common dreary Felt the power of the rhymin theory

Settin the pace with the league of mines

Selected rhymes one of a kind

This you woulda thought to long

Settle son fromt he words of tongue

I folded had the people craven

Ain't no believen ain't no mistakin

Cause the D to the l-r-y-I-c-a-l Pump the Project as if you couldn't tell

But now you know, comprehend what you mean

Addicted to the noise as if you were a feind

But you could care less as long as if feels good

Now I'm glad that's understood

Point out this drug is for instance of mater of material

That's the substance addicted to your brain

There will remain a part of you drivin you insane

Like crack, for those of you that can't deal with it

Step back

For those who want a real hit Give me a clap

And I'll feed you the remedy Kill your hunger

Vital to your remedy

Heave these words that I say

Due to the fact it's D-Day

3, 2, 1 D-Day just begun

A glare is puttin you under

Thinkin who it is, no need to wonder

Cause you got backed in the dead end

So you don't play pretend or I'll do it again

And if your lookin for trouble you can be there are people

I'll have you done like a little kid on a see-saw

You bet your ass if you wanna come my way

If you go today tomorrow you can find me

Coolin out, in my domain

Doin my best to obtain

A train of thought so you can be tought

A lyrical incline so make sure it's caught

So make you stand and don't sit down

And on your face is a frown

Not a frown of sadness but a frown of madness

You got played talkin like your the baddest

Bitch I don't really talk unless its true

But you been laughin your jaws and now you'll lose

You try to burn with a match that ain't lit

I ain't down with that bull shit

Heave these words that I say

Due to the fact its D-Day

Now listen to my rhyme give it a chance

Cause to your brain my rhyme does inhance

Think what you wanna say that don't mean shit to me

I'm not the one who's livin in misery

It's you not me you see

Imagin on what you claim to be

Be yourself that's the way to act

Learnin this rap, a natural fact

Hear these words that I say

Due to the fact it's D-Day

3, 2, 1 D-Day's DONE

Insane Clown Posse other songs:

6 Foot 7 Foot (7 Foot 8 Foot) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Lyte)

[Violent J:]

Uh ha excuse my charisma

Like an escaped prisoner

Hoes got me in some hot pursuit

Cause I can shoot my jizzma

Like a firehose I suppose my glowing shine Is ma

Proof I'm the truth

Groups of hoes love my stigma

I'm aloof and dog with my ninja poof an enigma

Expose hoes fuck the neden hoes

With my action figure

Dre and Snoop stop the coup

And your toupee 'll split cha

With my flows on my toes

King of pop always hit cha

Life is the shit is fire

Brains out

Ozzy

Jump out the lights into the pit

Kamikaze

Suck on a grenade

Pop until your top splatter

Serve it at your funeral

Appetizer platter

Headbutt a brick wall until your skull shatta

Let a whore sit on your face

400 pounds or fatter

Don't matta

Fuck your step sister

Pussy drama

Hit the church of scientology

A Suicide bomber

I'll be the first to admit it gets worse

I'm a sex addict

Gotta stab your daughter, sister, or your momma

Ha Ha

Or neice, cousin, auntie, grandma

I'm going back in

Ok

I lost my mind

It's somewhere out there missing

Seen an elephant and a chipmunk

Fuckin and tongue kissing

Is there statutory

Do your funk fizzle

I ain't dissin

Used to have rock guitars

But now their Bobby Marz missing

Fade into obscurity

Got one chance don't blow this

Didn't make it

Fell underneath

No heart to show us

Some hate us cause it's us that be here and know this [?]

And down grade their record companies like retards

Otis

Talkin to myself

Please commit a mass murda

Barbeque their bodies

Want some cheese on your ass burger?

[Shaggy:]

Get served

I'm shaggy the clown

Bitch murderer

From the Detroit south west and forty miles out of shitzburgh

I flip birds

Forty bottles through your mouth

[Violent J:]

Joey! Yo've got your own fuckin album out

Sooo

Real killa all day and foreva

When will we expire or retire?

Bitch, neva

Every week we complete and freak a brand new endeavor

I'm tryin to fuck Whittney Peyton

She always hatin tho

Whateva

Nova can't go swell up or blow a product cation [?]

I'm trying to hit that neden

I don't wanna do no gay song

You lookin for the rub shit

I'm lookin for a rub down

Erotic city uptown

The psychopathic scrub down

PPPoppin two adderalls, three viagras and molle

Fuckin two drunk cougars

Back seat of a Denali

Everything you ninjas drop

A complete miss

But George dives (daddies?) pockets deeper than the abyss

Nice office and studio that everyone uses

So you must be magik

Every move ya'll make

Loses

Paper chasin

Tell that paper I already caught cha

To paid off hustlers whoo (or 2?)

Two issues I bought cha

Every series I seize is a cemetery is one I fought cha

Tell Michael Jacksons Daughter

Fuckin Janet as I watch cha

Jump Steady turned me on to support our own goals

With dicks like telephone poles

Dig in hella blows

Become a center of our own clothes

No finger gloves and white rags

Stunnas like Stone Cold

We blinging stuff with hatchet flags

Some of us grown older and had these fucking up pajamas

Always my full [?] in the eyes

Excuse my manners

[Lyte:]

Word to my momma

I'm hotter than lava clean

You would wanna be a bomb in your team

Now it's a drama scene

The chop er it up

Have you missin like Hoffa

Like Dr. King

I got a dream and vision so popular

When it comes to cash I'm a monsta [*Roar*]

Cause all I do is seek out?

But I got the works stuffed in the pussy that's a G spot

Keep sleepin on me

I'm in your dreams like Kruger

Fuck how your feelin

I'm a villain just like Lex Luther

And your hoe I'm a do her

She bout to blow like a tuba

You talkin wrong (pow) I'm letting go of the Ruger

I'll be laughin about your rappin while I'm cracking the ruler

Shout out to Psychopathic for splittin em up for the gouda

Dang life is hot [?]

I tear it up like a roofa

It's a small thing to a giant and they be soft as a loofa

J

Ma fucks already that time for the show

I'm arrive and load that 9 and blow your mind

For my flow is a crime

Yes, I'm a poet when I ride (boss)

Flow in the department with a sign with the dough [?]

And I climb in my side [?]

Better get away before I come for your throat and spine

Let it soak in you swine... Pussy

I'm a man of my word and I always be ahead

I'm a bust through the rust so you know it's me

Glass City certified mine star ya dig [?]

Ya Heard lizzle

(Shing)

17

17

8 Ways To Die lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Mac Lethal, Cage, Esham, Stitches, DJ Paul, Ouija Macc)

Psychopathic (The Hatchet)

Twenty-eight motherfucking years (Twenty-eight years)

Place in the game, respect that (Respect that)

Eight ways to die

Violent J (Violent J)

Stitches (Stitches)

Mac Lethal (Mac Lethal)

Esham (Esham)

DJ Paul (DJ Paul)

Ouija Macc (Ouija Macc)

Cage (Cage)

And Shaggy 2 Dope (Shaggy 2 Dope)

Four in the morning, lightning crackin', rain is pouring yet

I'm still up doing lines of no-doze like my life's important, man

I don't mean shit to nobody, especially you

Never scared to pull something out of my waist, give you a taste of this (Boom)

Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back (Nope)

Better have that shit sewed up with God before you hear that clap

Bring it back where my stacks? What you thinking fool?

S dub D 'til I D-I-E, A-S-S down in the blood pool

'Cause your nightmares, they my wet dreams

Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme

Premo, woo! T-R-O-Y

Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (Nope)

It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why

It's no surprise we glad to see you die, bitch

Hit that fifth and chug

Skin full of the meth bugs

So who do you love? You know I got the plug bitch

I'm a dope dealer and I'm from Dade county

I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me

I got lots of haters, I'm always counting paper

My shoes are made from an alligator

I don't sell no re-rock, I don't rock no g-shock

I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac

What do you want? I got it all

I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball

She want a dope dealer, you can fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)

You can fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)

You can fuck with me (Ha ha ha ha ha)

You can fuck with me (Uh)

You can fuck with me

I put the dope in the pot (For real)

I can run up in your spot (Yuh)

All that tough talkin' you be doin' gon' get hit you up with the Glock

Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me

The only way that I'ma stop is if they come and murder me

Coming to like a wicked preacher in the pulpit

Eight ways to die, kill a ninja with the full [?]

All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit

Rappers get killed for being wack, you can't fuck with my clique

Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire

Let the air out your head like a flat tire

Are you in good hands, better call State Farm

It's getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm

I'm gone, I'm thugged out, I was raised in a drug house

I come through like Raid on these roaches, they bug out

Your girlfriend getting dug out, it's blood on the rug now

I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out

Next rapper say yeah I'ma shoot him yeah

Is his ass dead? Yeah! Hit him in his head!

I'm a fucking psycho, homie, I'm a clown

I never get it twisted in Mo-Town

I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus

I be the fallen angel and I wrote Kkkill the Fetus

I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heinous

But still it's hell on earth I got three stripes on my Adidas

Eight ways to die, bruh, I'm an eight legged spider

I walk up with an AK and light up your concert

Just killing anyone that's happy you alive

If you survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified

With a nail gun

Motherfucker, my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue

Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it

It's the middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from

Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid

If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid

I'm with that dark juggalo clique

The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit

I got a big hard buffalo dick

I might start humping your chick

I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out your mouth

Just like bunch of elephants up in a stampede

Sticking a fucking blade up in your lung and you can't breathe

Bring them raccs out

Succa brain bout to get splat now

Bring that map out, I'ma put my city on the map now

Sin City on blacc out

Extension cords in that trap house

We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house (Meow, meow)

Talk that shit down

"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now"

Say what?!?

30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down

How bout that now?

17 tat now

17 raccs now

Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd

Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit

I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip

You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc

You can wait on your retirement, I'm bout to break a bitch

Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate

All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate

What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate

I can be stepping on all over these rapper neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take

Ouija

MAFIA! DJ PAUL!

Hunnit off in a clip

Ima push [?]

Double barrel, double R on the grill

Diamond fangs in a grip

Johnny Dang got the drip

Smoke a quarter word to Elon, more notorious than B-I-G

Was strappin' 'fore I had a gun ID

Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P

Nigga this is just a PSA

I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP

Pass the weed like a box of yay

Niggas copy but I do get paid

Surf's up tryna ride this wave

I got pocket rockets and some knotted wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe

20 bitches on a 20 gauge

20 haters that's 20 graves

Beat the case like MMA

Run the club like some [?]

[?] to this silence

I'm colorblind 'til I get violent

Run your mouth you got some mileage

Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga

Take me out the worst way

Apocalypse on my birthday

When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the thirsty

For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn

Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend 'em off

And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me

What's in my hands? Ain't my ID

At gunpoint make you recite me

I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me

Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes

I'm in that house like a home invasion because your family need a renovation

Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan

I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off

Evil in me no antidote it's boring shooting cantaloupe

And I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school

The heroes lame, the villains cool

Death is here I'm feeling cruel

Burnt flesh that's brand loyal

Bullet holes your guts boil

King of nothing, Fuck royal

There will be blood, I struck oil

What I'm Freddy Kruger, Lex Luthor, Chad Kroeger

The dick in Nickleback who tickle fat nipples on cougars

Sippin' Boocha, your boo fuck with me

'Cause I'm super fly, I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka

I'll slap you, spin your face 'round to the back of your head

You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead

I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon

Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom

I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes

And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes

I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand

You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)

The hatchet been chopping for years

I'll flex on all of my peers

So high I be poppin' your ears

You rockin' a toilet career

You bust to a brush in a mirror

You flush and your fans disappear

Your stacks are like flat as a beer

Left out in the sun for a year

Trained in Shaolin, red moon howlin'

Decades deep, stomach still growlin'

Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'

'Til your momma threw the towel in

But I caught it, she fought it and brought it, I applauded

But my rocket kick out it clocked out I sock it and she bought it

With that shing-shing-shing-shing walla-walla bing bing

True ninjutsu Joe Bruce ying yang

Six Six Fivin' big dicks diving

Up in you bitch it's a ICP thing

ICP THANG

ICP THANG

ICP THANG

ICP THANG ICP THANG

Amber Alert lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

[Emergency broadcasts]

A missing eight year old girl.

This is a child abduction alert regarding the following child.

An amber alert as police are searching.

Officers are searching for the man they think kidnapped -

the daughter that police are looking for right now.

Child abduction emergency.

Well this is a dangerous situation right now.

We continue to follow breaking news out of Albuquerque -

where police are trying to find a little girl.

No spottings in the metro at this time.

We have just received this important -

announcement regarding the abduction of a child.

As the hunt continues for a little girl who has been missing for almost two days.

Why does god let 'em cry...

How can evil be so mean...

We share this planet with monsters way beyond wretched

Slice em up dissect 'em, serpents for intestines

These glitches walk among us, spawn from Satan's bowels

So black as they blood their hearts corroded and foul

They make demons look like fairies, a fear beyond the scary

They make phantoms look like phonies, the sickness that they carry

To discuss it is forbidden, may your tongue be bitten

And evil so unthinkable in children's blood it's written

So cruel it's nothing cool to the wicked it's the fools

May they burn in fire pools for demolishing the rules

Yet they weak and so pathetic on the innocent they lurk

When they strike everybody more than hurt, Sound the Amber Alert

Why does god let 'em cry, They're too young to deny

How can evil be so mean, Why don't live to be

Why does god just turn his eye, {How could just lets it fly[?]}

How can people be so cold, Why don't we take control

They have hope in the beginning that this terror isn't so

Some kind of unconceivable bone, (Where liches let 'em go[?])

So much refusal to believe it's really happening to them

But they don't even wake up from this nightmare, (The shit don't happen then[?])

To kill yourself would be cappin' out, so you carry on

While this rancid beast cowards hiding in the unknown

Look at itself in the mirror a fire breathing soulless ogre

Looking for its chance to catch a parent slippin' up at Kroger

Or the bus stop at Must Stop, how come god has it

It's far below your common criminal, in jail they stab it

There's no punishment appropriate there's not enough hurt

For this abomination haunting the earth, Causing an Amber Alert

Why does god let 'em cry, They're too young to deny

How can evil be so mean, Why don't live to be

Why does god just turn his eye, {How could just lets it fly[?]}

How can people be so cold, Why don't we take control

I won't rap about specifics to glorify its actions

Gory horrified reactions meet its satisfactions

It's a devil on this earth "the devil" but only worse

I kill it with a 30 round burst, give it no hearse

No tombstone or grave plot, no obituary

Just a piece fuckin' scum shit we don't even bury

Leave it for the rodents and rats, rotten in the trash

Let some psychotic puffer fiend fuck it in its ass

I call it an it 'cause it's demonic it's not shit

It ain't a he or a she it ain't snot spit

I swear god should step up, explain how it works

How can he ever let this happen, Why do we need an Amber Alert

How can he ever let this happen, Why do we need an Amber Alert!

Why does god let 'em cry, they're too young to deny

How can evil be so mean

How can he ever let this happen, why do we need an Amber Alert!

How can evil be so mean, why don't live to be

How can evil be so mean

How can he ever let this happen, why do we need an Amber Alert!

How can evil be so mean, why don't live to be

How can evil be so mean

How can he ever let this happen, why do we need an Amber Alert!

[Music Box to Emergency Broadcast Signal]

Ask You Somethin’ lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Hey you!"

"Ah, stop the bullshit, slut

You don't have a damn thing on under that mini-nighty

You want a good fucking so bad you can taste it

Stop screwing around and get the damn thing off"

"Beautiful"

"Stop talking and start sucking."

I be fuckin'

I be fuckin'

Fucking in the bushes, fucking on the grass

If you got some neden, bitch, I'll fuck your nasty ass

I be fuckin'

I be fuckin'

Let me tell ya somethin'

When I look at you (Fuck)

I look at a man who ain't never fucked (Not a day in your life)

Now don't get me wrong

I believe that you mighta humped or somethin' (Doubt it)

Now, you might've even made love

But see, I ain't even like that

I mean, when I'm with a bitch

I be fuckin'

I be fuckin'

Fuckin' in the classroom, fuckin' in the mall

Fuck em short, fat, stubbled, crippled, bald or tall

I be fuckin'

I be fuckin'

Let me ask you somethin'

When I look at you (Holy shit)

Something tells me that you just ain't sexin' (Fat bitch)

I mean, how could a man in his right mind

Get with a bitch as fuckin' folded as you

But see, the Juggla ain't in his right mind

So bitch, I'm comin' over

And I'ma let you know

I be fuckin'

I be fuckin'

Fucking in the chimney, fucking in the shed

Bitch! I'll fuck your ugly ass 'til ya dead!

I be fuckin'

I be fuckin'

(Fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin')

Bitch, I be fuckin' (They fuckin' dirty, fuckin', they fuckin')

I be fuckin' (I'll fuck your nasty ass)

Fuckin' in the bushes, fuckin' on the grass

If you got some neden, bitch, I'll fuck your nasty ass

I be fuckin' (I'll be fucking, fuck your nasty ass)

I be fuckin' (I'll be fucking, I'll fuck that nasty ass)

I be fuckin'

Bite Night lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil

Try and run and try and get away

It's futile, it won't work that way

I want your neck, gotta have necks

Hear your pulse thump, see your neck flex

Better than sex, teeth on flesh

You kick and stomp, the bite comes next

Blood drips down chest, my jaw don't rest

'Til my teeth connect and my chin wet

Say your prayers, hope I don't show up

[?] with your throat tore up

You're saying, "What the fuck, Shaggs? Please hold up"

The crime scene I leave making folks throw up

If it's blood in a bottle, I say pour up

Best believe sho'nuff I bite from the floor up

Now what if I told you it's old Hallows' Eve

Now what if I told you bitch you cannot leave

And what if you knew now evil is real

And your neck about to know just how my fangs feel

Try and run and try and get away

It's futile, it won't work that way (It's bite night)

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

Try and run and try and flex your cross

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

It's futile, your battle is lost (It's bite night)

My bloodline's strong, my canines long

I raise the dead from dusk 'til dawn

Corpses on lawn sing vampire songs

I bite and stab, of right and wrongs

Your life's prolonged, your soul is gone

Hell's grip is strong, it's where you belong

My jaw like a bear trap, you say, "Oh no"

Then you come to realize you age no mo'

You need blood from the rich or from a hobo

Morals out the do', murder's no longer no go

All of the shit kinda sound loco

You're in the undead now, into the night you go

Now what if I told you it's old Hallows' Eve

Now what if I told you bitch you cannot leave

And what if you knew now evil is real

And somebody 'bout to know just how your fangs feel

Try and run and try and get away

It's futile, it won't work that way (It's bite night)

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

Try and run and try and flex your cross

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

It's futile, your battle is lost (It's bite night)

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

Try and run and try and get away

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

It's futile, it won't work that way (It's bite night)

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

Try and run and try and flex your cross (Bite night)

(Bite, bite, bite, bite your neck, bite, bite, bite, bite your neck)

It's futile, your battle is lost (It's bite night)

Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil

Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil (It's bite night)

Blood Red Rum lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Kid, ay, hey kid. Kid! What's in the bag, huh?!"

It's Halloween in the murder city

Halloween in the murder city

It's cold outside (It's gettin' cold outside)

It's Halloween in the murder city

We're gettin' cold outside

We're gettin' cold outside

Hold hands with me and let me show you

How dark dark can be (In the murder city, it's wicked)

If you take hands with me, I will show you

How dark dark can be (In the murder city, it's wicked)

Tricks, treats, and murderous fun

A Hallowicked Halloween and all the blood red rum

Tricks, treats, and murderous fun

A Hallowicked Halloween and all the blood red rum

"Drop the bags and get the fuck up!"

It's Halloween in the murder city

Halloween in the murder city

It's dark outside (It's gettin' dark outside)

It's Halloween in the murder city

It's fuckin' dark outside

It's fuckin' dark outside

Hold hands with me and let me show you

How deep fear can go (In the murder city, it's wicked)

If you'll take hands with me, I will show you

How deep fear can go (In the murder city, it's wicked)

Tricks, treats, and murderous fun

A Hallowicked Halloween and all the blood red rum

Tricks, treats, and murderous fun

A Hallowicked Halloween and all the blood red rum

"Give you a treat? Bitch? Gimme that bag!"

Watch out, it's Halloween in the murder city

Some people get real pretty

For the candy bars

Snatchin' little kids up in they cars

People wear their masks

It's like, who to trust? People sip they flasks

And who to bust? People movin' through the night in the dash

People disappearin' into the dust

Hold hands with me and let us toast to the

Blood red rum (In the murder city, it's wicked) Blood red rum

If you'll hold hands with me, we can toast to the

Blood red rum (In the murder city, it's wicked)

Tricks, treats, and murderous fun

A Hallowicked Halloween and all the blood red rum

Tricks, treats, and murderous fun

A Hallowicked Halloween and all the blood red rum

"Drop the bags and get the fuck off my porch!"

It's Halloween in the murder city

Halloween in the murder city

Blood red rum

It's Halloween in the murder city

Blood red rum

Bloody lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Ah, ah

Schizophrenia, ah (Woo!)

Paranoia, ah

Bloody

In my darkest room (So dark)

Wet and sticky

Clumps of icky

Blood (Blood, blood)

Blood (Blood, blood, blood)

Streams are dripping

Got me tripping

And I hope that she's still breathing

And comes back to life

’Cause this hunter's knife I'm wielding

Is stuck in her side

And if she dies

I’ll be bloody

And be all alone (All alone)

Her face I smothered

Walls are covered

In blood (Blood)

Blood (Blood, blood, so much blood)

Splattered ceiling

Drips I'm feeling

As they come falling upon us

On my forehead

Hoping more will join us

Like her mom and dad

I would be so glad

I'm in an old beat up white van, no windows

Beware, suburbia, me here to murder ya

My occupation: One, sock your face in

Two, strangulation. Three, decapitation

Full days spent torture in my basement

Decoration, order placement

I once kidnapped a fat hooker, later [?]

Buzz her up, give me more, doesn't help anymore

I hope the bloodshed on me

Don't wash off and stays

And I hope to have this feeling

Kill the pain, cut her veins

Steal her rings, mash her brains

'Til the blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Blood sprays all over my face

Cemetary Girl lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)

Tonight, tonight, off with your head."

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

My muckin' head blew up

She was lovely, long hair, short, nice booty, though

So at the funeral, it made me cry, I want to die

I cannot lie, I couldn't sleep but not a wink

I only think about my lady, I miss my baby

I need her by my side, to hold me, to squeeze me

I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me

I see my therapist, she only tells me I'm in trouble

I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel

And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kind of muddy

Don't dig too fast or too deep, things could get bloody

I watch my digging, I hit the top of baby's coffin

I'm thinking, well, she's better off inside if she died

Nah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me

'Cause every night at 2: 15, my baby haunts me

I pry it open, the odor hits me, there she is

I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a...

Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry

A girl that passed away back in 1985

A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed

A girl that I can choke because my baby is already dead

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

"Fuck yeah, mother fucker!

I don't want no stuck-up little sassy prassy bitch

You know what I'm saying?

I want me a cold stanky bitch

So bring it on, dead momma!"

She's as lovely as always, my baby hasn't changed

Except for the hole that's in her forehead, you can see her brains

Nevertheless, our love is still forever true

Her eyes have withered, her skin has now a tint of blue

My baby's dusty and dirty, and wrinkled clothes

And now I notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes

The earth has been rather cruel to my darling sugar

Is that a bug upon her face? Oh, it's just a booger

I lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips

And then her neck cracks, also does her hips

I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty

A little dusty, but most of all, a little musty

I notice not, we lay together on the lawn

We lay 'til dawn, I notice her left eye is gone

We said goodbye and everything turned out alright

I'll see you again tomorrow night, because I need a...

Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry

A girl that passed away back in 1985

A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed

A girl that I can choke because my baby is already dead

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

Check it out, bitch!

If you ain't getting no stank, stank

Get your asses shoveling

And dig you up a lil' somthin' somthin'

Them clammy graveyard bitches

They down with the clown!

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

You'll never guess what's up

My muckin' back blew up

Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry

A girl that passed away back in 1985

A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed

A girl that I can choke because my baby is already dead

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown

A girl that make me happy

A girl that make me happy

A girl that make me happy

A girl that make me happy

Cream Filling lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

I love hoes, I love hoes

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

I love hoes that love me, even the ugly ones

Hoes and they panties, sweet than candies

Long titties, walla balla king kong

Titties fat like pumpkins, or little itty bitties

Hoes make me jump up and clap my heels

When they blowin' my balls off and feedin' me meals

I love hoes' smell, cinnamon perfume scents

Jackin' off in your window, see me hoppin' the fence

I love old ladies. They did the most fuckin'

And young hoes fantasize about dick suckin'

I love hungry hoes with crusty toes

Painted up, wet juggalettes, fresh from shows

Give me pig tails, pony tails, tease your shit up

Either way, I nut on your titties and then get up

I love it when hoes get mad, a new side to 'em

It only makes me wanna do 'em. I love hoes

Boo thang

You and that pootang

Make me woo woo, singin'

Bring that goo that spew out my wang

And leave my knees weak

I'm screamin', please freak

You make my meat skeet what you eat

Like a sweet sugar treat, cream fillin'

Hoes take you to court because they diss your dick

They can be scantless, wicked, and sick

I chase hoes. Ho chaser, ho catcher

I'm like a mother fucking blood hound: I smell her and fetch her

I love hoes that fuck outside and ain't scared of it

And always polish your knob because they love it

I love hoes with accents, hoes that's hood rats

Hoes that graduated, top of the stats

I don't fucking care. Middle-aged moms

Young and old hoes are the mother fucking bomb

I love hoes with the artificial hair and boobs

I cut heads off gay poser dudes

Little mama, keep droppin' babies out of your neden

You're the reason we're alive, and ain't nobody forgettin'

Hoes that wash cars, hoes in the rodeo

Circus hoes, I'd love to get a hold of those

Boo thang

You and that pootang

Make me woo woo, singin'

Bring that goo that spew out my wang

And leave my knees weak

I'm screamin', please freak

You make my meat skeet what you eat

Like a sweet sugar treat, cream fillin'

Cuss Words lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Ouija Macc)

Bitch!

Fuck shit ass whore pussy faggot slut dick cock balls bastard whore dyke clit shit balls ass dyke bitch hole cock slut faggot dyke bitch whore ho skank ho

Tell me

If ever I cussed as much when they bust

With the buzz in a fuss and be such

Could music even be nuts? Would they reap us?

Or style wanna keep us?

Are we dreamingers? Never sleepers?

You'd probably never beep us

Because wouldn't be cuss

Jesus thesis wouldn't reach us

Not not speakers taller than a bleachers (Bitch!)

To each his own

His only bone is to goin' in knowing they critique us

What was only on them sneakers

Now they wanna slap on speakers

Sneak ass, Rikishi ass, that flash back, trash that, I'm past that

For the freaky naked speakers beatin' blast that

You get your ass slapped

We stick our dicks in a mix of chicks all fixed to start some shit up

Soon as we parked, them markets sparkle, bitches' boxes lit up

So get up, fuck shit up, some haters' throats get slit up

They bleeding, belch, and spit up

Soon as it croaks, we tip up

Ching ching ching, shim shimmering shing

Angels bring bling for kings

The best gift they truly ever gave

Jetpack flight through the Everglades

Making fuck down with seven babes

Fresh reunion with Mr. Spade

Chance for retarded kids to get laid

Danny "K" at Coachella, paid (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Fuck boys doubt us, they girls ('Bout us)

They say fuck us, but they (Bump us)

Haters knock us 'cause they (Jock us)

Bitches hatin' see us (Debating, yeah)

Hey Jack, play something wack

So damn wack, in fact, you wanna smack it back

And like the high on crack, everybody out here

Wanna react and and act like, in fact, it's phat

"I fucks with that," but they know it's wack

Yet they all wanna act like wack is back

I don't get it. Next time we kickin' phat

Fuck them! I'm kicking ass like a hacky sack!

Yeah, girl

I just wanna tell you

From the depths of where my heart used to be

You ain't shit (Bitch!)

Fuck yo bitch, suck my dick

[?]

Plummeting into a dungeon of nothingness

I'm 'bout to suffocate, fearless like Fred Fury

Born a legitimate, born to eliminate

Spirits around me allow me to levitate

Drugs in me sedidate, that's how I meditate

I ain't show up to my funeral, made 'em wait

I got the stain on the game that I gotta make

I know they feeling it

Ouija just killing it

Look what we did with it

Put the sauce on the wicked shit

Y'all should be fucked, shit, bitch, cunt, happy we did this shit

Handzum with a hatchet, talk to my elastics

Psycho with schematic automatic static

Tell me

Where do I start, because swearing's an art

Hatchetman on my heart means I'm wearing the part

We don't care about critics, right there on the charts

It's the spot that we bear, it's declarin' us marred

Everywhere that you go, don't be starin' your mart

They say juggalos hard, and you know that they are

And they know every Card from the second it start

They dissect every secret, they checkin' the arc

You can see my mug in the CDs that you might purchase or pluck right there coat

Or within your [?] was there from the start

Blarin' our music and wearin' our art

Tearin' through duckets and hearin' our heart

We there for a part

Caring the hardest is sharing them Cards

Woo! I might go love pussy like I'm on a hike

I'm lost in the pussy looking for the light

I beat up the pussy like a prison fight

I don't like fat pussy, but I do tonight

I'm fucking your butt if the pussy ain't tight

I burn through pussy like coke in a pipe

Fuckin' your girl's pussy's like rockin' the mic

Shit's pussy, simple as riding a bike

I master cuss words that you ain't even heard of yet (Woo! I'm the nature boy!)

I'm psycho psychotic, I know how a murder get (Bitch!)

I slaughtered a lot of hoes, but never heard of 'lettes (Woo! I'm the nature boy!)

I'm funky and dirty and sick and sleep [?] (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Fearless Fred Fury don't fucking forgive

Your feelings ain't foolish, you're lucky to live

You need a machine for the heartbeat to give

You'd shit yourself cryin' and droolin' a bib

Fred is no friend of foes

I'm stompin' in your nose

Set fire to your clothes

How come I fuck all your hoes?

Lets oot a couple o's

Knock off some liquor stores

Drink gasoline and smoke

SQUEEZE your neck 'til it's broke

SQUEEZE your neck 'til you croak

Hump her neden until it smoke

'Til her daddy have a stroke

Classic as a Devon hundred spoke (Bitch!)

Own a slab in Roanoke

Plus my pad in Okemos

Got one in Cuba and Aruba and Compton (West Side Loc)

Never let them tell you nope

Know your roll, don't ever hope

Gotta love yourself

If you won't let you love yourself, then just elope

Your career's a stale-ass joke

Cosby won't cuss, but loved to grope

Piss my pants, let my nuts soak

Out my zipper, my dick poke (Yup!)

In London, I'm known as bloke

Clean my bitch booty with soap

Violent J, my fucking loc

Got me a lap dance with the pope (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you- (Hey! Ha ha! Sing!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Cuss words, let 'em roll

Mother fuck shit God damn asshole

Cuss Words let 'em rip

Mother fuck you, damn shit head bitch (Bitch!)

Bitch!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Bitch!

Bitch!

Dead End lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Ice T)

The underworld watches in horror

As this marks the day that

3 of America's most notorious outlaws

Will be executed for their crimes

Together the states of Michigan and California

Will conduct the executions behind prison walls

The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods

Electric chair, hanging, and firing squad

Midnight tonight will mark the first execution

Death waits in my cell I can smell him

Somebody tell him that I still breathe, leave

I'm alive I'll never see 25

Yet still I can feel, I'm real

When it all happened I was in the lime light

News, camera, gaven killer stamina

Another year I'm here but forgotten

Skin is rotting feeling old, cold

Motherfucker in a robe gonna sentence me to die in a metal chair

Fizzle my nut hair

Bad enough I'll be dead

Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way

To keep my eyes from poppin out my head

Oh they'll remember my ass

Twitchin, with my eyes drippin down the glass

Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot

And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it

I know the devil's waitin on me

But does God like him playin his role in killin me though

Lock me up until I die maybe

But you can never tell

We might sharing a cell in hell

Cause, my last request was

Let my homies smoke my ashes and catch a Violent J buzz

One more thing before you hit that switch

Please tell my momma that I'm sorry, I never

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

The lights dimmed in my cell block

Cause all the power they got surged into one spot

J's chair hear him screamin, fully loaded

It was funny at first till his head exploded

It's something else for me

Another kill just as wicked

But cheaper on the light bill

It all starts with a thick rope

Make a noose and I'm gone

Stretch out my neck bone

Minutes left I think about my brother

When we was young...

Wait I don't have a brother

What the fuck?

My minds in a tangle

I wish somebody was here that I could strangle

I keep waking up on the floor

Cause I strangle myself but what the fuck for?

Haha starin at the cracks on the walls

Whistlin necks, fidgetin my balls

Kill me it'll still all be the same

Wicked clown Juggalo phantom of the night train

What if I drop, but don't die

Tie weights to my legs

And give it another try

Still coming think of something, I speak

I'm not feelin so hot let's go for it next week

Didn't work, I pulled down my collar

At least they won't be hearin me holla

My neck shut

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

A bit past 1: 30 a.m. now

And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way

To the disignated spot on prison grounds

Where he will be executed by way of firing squad

I got seven bitches aiming at me

My backs against the wall

If I only had my strap then I could plug 'em all

Watch 'em fall

But they got my ass tied up behind this wall

So the homies can't ride up

Known killer in fact I killed the most

At random though some of them I planned 'em

Fuck it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you

Got more guns if there's more of ya

War with the cops no prob

They shouldn't took the job

Blow holes throught they heads like donuts

Grown-ups, kids and girls

Gather round and get gunned down

I do it for the fun of it, adrenaline rush

Coked up quick to bust

Plus I love my dust

Gun son, watch the blood run son

I'm on one, muthafuckas

But check it this time I'll be the one dissected

I can't wait to feel the heat when lead and flesh meets

Bitter sweet baby, I been waiting for this

Go straight to hell kick it with the rest of my clique

Fuck a blindfold I wanna look 'em deep in they eyes

So they can see the fool's face of a dog as he dies

Plus I wanna see the muthafuckas squeeze

I got a hot date with my soul mate

Bust I can't wait

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

Dead end no escape from it

Should've thought about that shit before you done it

Why? I, never wanna die

Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder

Devil In Leather lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Long legs with a short temper

From her wrath there's no escape

Angel's face but a born rebel

Doin' her wrong was my mistake

Strawberry blonde was her hair color

Looks to me like the flames in Hell

She has a twang that she calls Southern

It's Transylvanian as I can tell

I grew attached, but she cut and scratched my soul into pieces

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

Claws sturdied with nail polish

She likes stabbin' 'em in my spine

Great head though she failed college

She can lecture me any time

She gots nipples that shoot bullets

'Cause they murder me every night

When downtown she pulls my mullet

And barks at the moon in sheer delight

I grew attached, but she cut and scratched my soul into pieces

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

If she's the Devil, I don't wanna go to Heaven! (No, no)

If she's the Devil, then my soul is for sale! (Yeah, yeah)

If she's the Devil, I don't need any confession! (Oh, no)

If she's the Devil, then I wanna burn forever in Hell!

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

She's a Devil in leather! Punish me! Punish me, mama!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

She's a Devil in leather! Come and punish me!

It gets no better! I don't wanna be free!

Dirty & Stinkin' (Rock Remix) lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Ya'll know how I get down...Ya know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah!

Dirty. Detroit! What! Brooklyn Zoo! Yeah! What!

Insane Clown Posse and O.D.B!

Dirty and stinking

Platinum baby, what! Yeah!

Dirty

Yeah, There's a quarter and it's Dirty and Stinkin'

Funkier than Peppy Le'Pue so I was thinkin'

About (What) droppin' this single on the charts (Yeah)

Let'n you know hey the kid has heart

I never deny myself, it's when you dope

But in my last jam, slept on my notes

You thought that I was weak, Huh let me speak

My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet

(Dirty) So listen hear mister don't you ever forget

The rhym'n Dirty, you couldn't even clean if you commit

Or even boring, some try ajax, only mess with the best, 48 tracks (Yo)

I get down with the ason sounds

Lyrics that be flowin' from miles! around

So let the music shut yo' ass up

And throw the upper cut that will make you fall onto yo butt

I wanna get Dirty and I (Dirty) wanna get Stinky

And I (Stinky) ain't goin nowhere till I get

(Till I) get Dirty and Stinkin'

(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')

I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P

And I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin'

(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')

(Dirty) Let me continue, verse number 2

Style is wild dirty stinky like doo doo

(Get Dirty) If you hangin' around

Hen change yo' mind, It is a bad influence, Yo it's my rhyme

I sit down and I say to myself

Self, Yo are you rated top joe

I drop a single for ya to get a dose of

As I lay back like a pillow on the sofa

You get paid (Yeah right) Bully, Fly

Askin B.G. wha wha wha wha you know me (What!)

(Dirty) Sweet as a hunny bee, taste like a 40

Tick you like oohhwee

Want to drink old english so I speak old english

Ya gotta be dirty and stinkin'

And if it's not, well I guess I'm not

The ASON in my butt , It's Dirty and It's Stinkin'

I wanna get Dirty and I wanna get Stinky

And I ain't goin nowhere till I

(Nowhere, Nowhere) get Dirty and Stinkin'

(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')

I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P and I

(What) ain't goin' nowhere until I'm (Yeah! Yeah!) (What)

Dirty and Stinkin'

O Deezy Beezy (Yeah) and I.C.Peezy (Yeah)

Together on this track forever

Sell me, I know my funk be kickin'

Turnin' heads like an eight-foot tropical mud chicken

They fear these juggalo flows

I'm (Dirty) dirty like Osama Bin Laden's toes

I got hatchet love, it decayed in the barn

Chicken chain saw hard

I'm making neighbors uncomfortable

(I wanna get Dirty and) and Take me home and it's late

Don't worry bout the ring in ya tub

It's the clown paint

I.C.P. and O.Dizzle wilin'

Workin' like a fat chicks feet at Kings Island

A whole Source 9 mics, I don't care

I'm a 10 year vet 5 plaque rat millionaire (Yeah)

I wanna get Dirty and I wanna get Stinky Yeah!

And I ain't goin nowhere till I Yeah!

Get Dirty and Stinkin' Yeah!

(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')

I got O.D.B. and I What? got I.C.P and I

(What) ain't goin' nowhere until I'm (What)

Dirty and Stinkin'

O Deezy Beezy and I.C.Peezy

It's dirty and it's stinkin'

Yeah! Platinum baby, What! What!

ICP and O' Dizzle, whilin'

Dirty

It's dirty and it's stinkin'

Dirty

And stinky

Dirty

Dirty

Dirty and stinky

Evil Is Afraid lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

So you really must think you're something scary

With all that talking in my skull shit

Walking through my wall shit

I slither through the darkness, poking out heartless

Stepping my foot right on the face of death's carcass

I'm shaking up terrors, punching through the mirrors

Snatch a fucking spirit trying to dash up the stairs

Witching necromancer, headless boogie dancer

Haunting evil spirits out and knowing every answer

Not afraid of evil, slap it like mosquitoes

Blowing right up out the dark like a torpedo

Not afraid of any mummies or zombie fucking dummies

Or any fucking Frankensteins trying to run up on me

Vampire in my window, I recognized him though

He turned into a bat, I swat his ass and stomped him on the floor

I'm fucking from the other side, you fuckers run and hide

I don't care you all got polio and you the one that died, bitch

Don't come haunting me, taunting from my tree

'Cause Imma clown that ass and show you how horrid you can be

Go bump in the night

Evil is afraid

Howl in the moonlight

Evil is afraid

I'm Digging up your coffin

Evil is afraid

Rip, gut, claw, bloody

Evil is afraid

A Hallowicked Halloween

Evil is afraid

Witch hunt, Bloody Mary

Evil is afraid

A Hallowicked Halloween

Evil is afraid

Howl in the moonlight

Evil is afraid

So you really must think you're something scary

With all that talking in my skull shit, walking through my wall shit

I caught a ghost in a jar, it's still in my car

You should've seen my homies faces when I showed them at the bar

I'm crawling through my walls, the same place it does

But the light's pitch black, come on bring it bitch! What?

I stare it in its soul, melt it in a bowl

Feed it to my seven cats and neighbor's pitbulls

If it chokes me when I sleep thinking it's unique

It's gonna see some real terror from this horrifying freak

One was in my blender, I lost a couple fingers

In the end it wasn't really there, that's all I can remember

Yes I live alone, begging "Bring it on"

If you fucking think you scaring me, then we won't get along

Go bump in the night

Evil is afraid

Howl in the moonlight

Evil is afraid

I'm Digging up your coffin

Evil is afraid

Rip, gut, claw, bloody

Evil is afraid

A Hallowicked Halloween

Evil is afraid

Witch hunt, Bloody Mary

Evil is afraid

A Hallowicked Halloween

Evil is afraid

Howl in the moonlight

Evil is afraid

I'm not afraid of your bloody body

I don't care that you headless bloody

Fuck a ghost Devil death everybody

Crawling out your grave, they're still muddy

Go bump in the night

Evil is afraid

Howl in the moonlight

Evil is afraid

I'm Digging up your coffin

Evil is afraid

Rip, gut, claw, bloody

Evil is afraid

A Hallowicked Halloween

Evil is afraid

Witch hunt, Bloody Mary

Evil is afraid

A Hallowicked Halloween

Evil is afraid

Howl in the moonlight

Evil is afraid

I'm not afraid of your bloody body

I don't care that you headless bloody

Fuck a ghost Devil death everybody

Crawling out your grave, they're still muddy

Halloween Head lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Every halloween he emerges

To reek havoc upon the streets of Detroit

Nobody knows what he looks like

Some believes he wears a paper bag on his head

Some believe it's a pumpkin mask

The one thing that they know for sure

Is the blood on his knife is real

He is... Halloween Head

I wait in my cellar as the months pass slowly

So many days and weeks, holy-moly

Sometimes I hear children playing outdoors

Sunlight creeps through the cracky boards

I just wait as the such time thinks perfectly

In a moments it follow up to October thirtally

And then I free the flee of three manic

Into the landscapes, spreadin' my wings and make the land shake

Jump into the black sky and explode

Rain bloody acid, brand new above the all

My body landed, west 35K east

Halloween had a certified beast

Had nothing to our neighbourhood, houses on the [?]

Jump into a swimmingpool to turn the water black

And the move on along, and he treat or tricks

A Halloween Head beat you with a sheet full of bricks

He's crazed death, black as night

He comes around when the shit ain't right

Halloween Head x4

Halloween, ahahahahaha!

As red as blood, a ghostly white

He ate the kids and he know he bites

Halloween Head x4

Halloween, ahahahahaha!

Stop the car! Tokio drift kid

Snatch him up and beat his head off, full gifted

Fuel the car across the finish line first

The kid came in much later, hearse

I stomped on the street, ninjas poop they pants

The poop advance when they scoop a glance

Of Halloween Head, gritty, I ain't nothin' pretty

Peep me, your butt gets shitty, Aha!

I snatch innocent bitches, and then I shake em

And shake em, until they stop moving, I break em

Fuck em, I choke em, I splat them on the wall, splatter!

Bitches don't matter to a Halloween Head

I buried ten men up to their chin

And kick every last one of they face in

Cause it's fun, it's free, it's halloween mean

And I'm a halloween crack fiend

He's crazed death, black as night

He comes around when the shit ain't right

Halloween Head x4

Halloween, ahahahahaha!

As red as blood, a ghostly white

He ate the kids and he know he bites

Halloween Head x4

Halloween, ahahahahaha!

I'm taller than his face on

Better beat on the titty you hoes

Run out of your clothes, kick your dicks in

And serve another fix in

Cut and scratch you hicks, murder mixin'

I impale heads on the sticks, stop starin'

Quick to burn if he forget to turn

I'm on time, brush with line and rat cheese

Please, praise me to my knees and every year it's

Boom motherfucker! Come halloween night

Beat you till the cops come (pop! pop!) pop some

And next stop em dead in their tracks

Call the ambulance, with the dead we dance

There's a witch on a broom with a full moon behind her

Look into the sky, a quick reminder

To wake the dead, let your wings spread

I fall out and fly behind the mighty halloween head

He's crazed death, black as night

He comes around when the shit ain't right

Halloween Head x4

Halloween, ahahahahaha!

As red as blood, a ghostly white

He ate the kids and he know he bites

Halloween Head x4

Halloween, ahahahahaha!

If you're out trick or treatin' this halloween

Don't stay out too late and whatever you do

Don't ask the men with a paperbag on his head for candy

Stay away from everybody wearin' a pumpkin mask

As a matter of fact, stay from anybody who in any way

Resembles the halloween head, by the way

The legend is not just in Detroit

Some believe there's a Halloween Head in every city

Who thinks the goblins and ghouls who haunt the streets

On halloween, give him a license to terrorize and kill

Stay away as far away as you can from Halloween Head

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