Ghetto Zone lyrics - Insane Clown Posse
They got Uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives
They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there
Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit
You know it's potent when the funky-ass beat hits
Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point
("ICP!") out of Southwest Detroit
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods
Hookers on my back, 'cause I'm sellin' them cheap goods
Lookin' through the motherfucking alleyway
They can't catch Violent-Crazy-Ass-Psychopath J
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time
Now I'm chillin' in the back of Car 49
You ask why I'm grippin' that metal
They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers, make 'em swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head with a God damn stop sign
Flex one of us and I'ma find you
Bullet rips through your chest and hits a bitch behind you
Killed two birds with one stone
You're layin' in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to them hillbillies listening down South
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And keep stringing on your banjo
'Cause we don't like that shit where I come from, bro
Now the ICP stands alone
In the Southwest Ghetto Zone
Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home
"Ah, for Christ's sake!"
"Ah, you don't talk about that garbage out here."
"That's for the hell-hole where you come from."
Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home
"This is the good part of town."
"We let you deal with that type of bullshit."
"Your problems don't concern us."
"Go home now, well go on!"
Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home's home
The cops just don't know what to do
Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home's home
The cops just don't know what to do
Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home's home
The cops just don't know what to do
Southwest Detroit, is the demented one's home's home
The cops just don't know what to do
Jumpsteady, Rude Boy, and the BSR
They got my back, O.G., you won't make it far
I got my nine in my gut and it's startin' to hurt
Where can you keep a gat wearing Skidz and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roamin' like a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sack 'cause I'm booming that crack
"I know you heard aloud what J said"
When I told you that I sold to your bitch, that basehead
No, you can't argue with the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a mother fuckin' cop
Sitting' with his fat ass in a donut shop
At the party, when the ICP shows their face
Billy clubs and handcuffs all over the place
"We're here to protect and protect we do"
Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you?
Cops always beatin' on someone
Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run
And the mother fuckin' Black Panthers know it
That's why it's cops now that are catching a bullet
I'm running, I'm running, we'll end the chase
When Jumpsteady puts his gauge in your mother fucking face
Mind your own
In the Southwest Ghetto Zone
Hey yo, G!
Man, who the fuck you think you are, man?
You know who you're fuckin' with?
The I-C motherfucking P, G!
So if I was you, I'd step the fuck off before you get shot, boy
Keep runnin' your lips, see what happens mother fucker
Yeah, G! See what I'm saying, though?
Now what's up with that shit?
Come to Del Ray, a driveby ain't shit
The cops just don't know what to do
Come to Del Ray, a driveby ain't shit
The cops just don't know what to do
Come to Del Ray, a driveby ain't shit
The cops just don't know what to do
Come to Del Ray, a driveby ain't shit
The cops just don't know what to do
"These are my homeboys, vato."
"See, our homies here is all we have, man."
"I love them."
"They love me back, man."
"We barrio."
So I guess I'm a bad guy
'Cause I cuss a lot, I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to tell you how I'm feelin'
When I'm in the old spot, sit up and we wheelin'
Through Delray, call it Hellray
It's where the ICP stay ("Yo J!")
And the fools that always talk shit get beat
And if I'm outnumbered, I gots a gauge in the backseat
'Cause when I'm feeling like a mack dad
In the trunk of my ride, I got weapons that I never had
A thousand mother fuckers in the back make the car sag
Rodney's fat ass makes the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin' to a sack-chasin' hottie
I told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Maserati
Ever sell out to a freak? ("Fuck no!")
That why I'll tell you that I love to box with a ho
When the check comes I ignore it
And the bitch is gonna ask me to fuckin' pay for it
I gave the ho an empty 12-pack
Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back
That's all I'll pay for bitch, now get the fuck on, ho
Stick around I got something you can suck on, ho
Violent J won't be ganked
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crack-headed sewer skank
You gotta handle your own
In the Southwest Ghetto Zone
The cops just don't know what to do ("Yeah")
[?] destruction
The cops just don't know what to do ("ICP")
The cops just don't know what to do
[?] destruction
The cops just don't know what to do
And to all the sects running in Southwest Detroit
Good luck and stay strong
Latin Counts
Young Guns
CFP
X-men
To the Cobras
And DT
ICP
They got Uzis
They got shotguns
They got explosives
They got shotguns
They got Uzis
They got shotguns
They got explosives
They got shotguns
They got Uzis
They got shotguns
They got explosives
They got shotguns
They got Uzis
They got shotguns
They got explosives
They got shotguns
They got Uzis
Wizard Of The Hood lyrics - Insane Clown Posse
One time, the ICP with this shit
For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck
Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD
Straight passed-out on his mother's bed
With seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado
Huh, I can't run no where
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)
And don't laugh just yet
And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
"Oh my, look at the witch
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"
And they saying that I'm doomed
Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom
Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay
And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway
[Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone")]
Well, go on motherfucker!
Now I'm roaming just like basshead
Everybody know just where the alley led
And don't say you don't know
Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
I ain't playing this bullshit no more
So I whip out the nickel plated double-four
Best tell my ass how to get back
Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head
You wanna see the wizard?
Fuck yeah, I do
Get me off this pole and I'll come with you
You know the wiz
Yeah, its the road for him
Then he gave me on a 'gene
Now I gotta bullet for him
So me and the crow was walking on bricks
Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes
I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow
Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land
Just what you thought, there go the tin man
How to get to the wizard?
What the fuck
I ain't saying shit until you oil me up
I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro
Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull
Huh, just like the book said
Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead
Old-ass rusted out metal
But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto
"Somewhere over the rainbow"
(Shut the) fuck up, bitch
[GUNSHOTS]
Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho
This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch
So pick your skank ass up
And you and Toto get the fuck on
Yeah, we've come a long way
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray
And I'm a wonder land story book tourist
Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest
Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my [3x]
I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
Don't fuck with me at a time like this
I'll send out a bullet guaranteed won't miss
So I just move and the hooks are flying
You've come and buck with the fucking lion
I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
Or what?
Or I'm a let this nine unfold
Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray
There you can rob motherfuckers any day
Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah)
So finally we was at the castle
And with the guards, we got no hastle
They all just got the fuck out our way
I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J
[Interlude]
Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay
Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J
I wanna word with him at gun point
Cuz there's no place like Detroit
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay
Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker
I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker
We let it rain,
Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain
Then I stepped back cool and calm
Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs
Everybody know about car jacking
So me and the fellas went home macking
Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side
Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun
Next thing I knew I was back at the party
Got up and was finning to tell everybody
But I just let it pass
Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass
Life At Risk lyrics - Insane Clown Posse
Waking up to the little baby crying
Mom's yelling cause pop's got his fists flying
It's 9 in the morning and he's drunk
One day I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk
My bitch laying next to me in the bed
I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead
The only honor in my life is my rag
Without it zip me up in a body bag
Grab my brother's gun, load the .44
Take the money-back bottles and head to the store
In my neighborhood your life is a dare
'Cause there's factories pumping out black air
And I'm breathing this shit everyday
Living crazy 'cause I'm dying anyway
I see this tramp hanging under the bridge
I tell her go home and watch her kids
You listen to them cry and sob
Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job
See my homies hanging at the liquor store
40s and the cash, dice rolling on the floor
They say my friends'll never be any good
But the President wouldn't have been shit
If he was raised in my neighborhood
My friends say the same old shit
The Southwest side (G ,'nippid tiuq) have a hit on me
I guess everyone seen it
When I slammed Johnny's head into the cement
It started all this crazy shit
And now we never set out without a loaded clip
And we headed up to the dunk rim
Little boys on the court, so we punked them out
And I'm thinking of my brother
When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers
Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes
Paying my dues
And I don't have no where to be
Just another street hood in the inner city
And a man is gonna ask for some change
Give him a dollar so he can go and fry his brains
Fuck no, I push him out the way
Cause that sad motherfucker got shit to say
My homie was known for the macking
Now they got him doing 10 on car jacking
And I'm thinking that I'm next to go
What the fuck I'm already living Death Row
So many out there want me dead
Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head
But I don't give a fuck if I die today
Everyone alive is gonna die anyway
What the fuck is life about
Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out
That's in the past now, I ain't soft
Daddy hits me today and I'm going to blow his fucking head off
For now the bullets close but miss
Living my life at a risk
You know J, man you're right
Too many motherfuckers out there are fake
People need to understand
That if you get hit enough times
Then you start hitting back
All we are is pawns on the game board
And if this is the way everybody's playing it
So be it, motherfuckers
Count us in
But the ICP is playing for keeps
Macking is a game and everybody's playing
Are you the one getting played like a sucker
Macking is a game and everybody's playing
Are you the one getting played like a sucker
Macking is a game and everybody's playing
Are you the one getting played like a sucker
Macking is a game and everybody's playing
Are you the one getting played like a sucker
I think I liked it better when I was a kid
Dogbeats lyrics - Insane Clown Posse
Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and uh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me a large double slam and...
Nope
What?
Can't do it
Why not?
No meat?
No meat man damn
Alright then, I'll take a salad then
Better grow yourself one
Whats that?
We aint got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dogbeats
Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh?
Yup
Alright, then I'll take an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your head as the beat plays
Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeast
Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps
And I know you likin' this funk
Cuz I can hear my voice commin out your trunk
Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker
You leavin unattended I'm a take the mutha fucker
2 to the D to the o-p-e
Hittin 03 with the ICP
I like bass, treble, and the test up
Throw kick it in the back of a Sector Bus
With that 40-O, or thats trouble
Shootin' craps in the back of the liquar store
And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that
You out Joe?
Nope, 2 Dope at that
Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park
Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark
Seen the freak with the bright white tank top
Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop
Homeboy if you want to keep your riches
Stay the hell away from them more money
From the truck to the bikers to the jeeps
The ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah [4x]
Street lights glearin off the windshield
Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a dousand
Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand
2 Dope gotta keep his own style
Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse
ICP make the whole car hop
When we let the bass drop
Inner Citty Posse's got the bad rep
Like my man on the cruches took a big step
And I can't stand the neighborhood menace
So I swell his chin like Rocky Denice
Bass in the car somethin stacks
I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs
Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks
So I got a little somethin in the glovebox
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked
I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute
Stole the car radio and my tape was in it
Sounds bringin life to the streets
The ICP got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah [4x]
Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats [3x]
Is in the house
Waiten at the light as my bass thumps
And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps
They point, they wave, they stare, they look
I been jocked so hard I could write a book
Violent J down with the pimp daddy's [3x]
Smooth plushc rides in the velvet caddy's
All the way live down Jefferson
Inner City Posse's got the best of them
With a tape and your system beat
ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah [4x]
Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats [4x]
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Intro lyrics - Inner City Posse
Just the good old boys
Never meanin' no harm
Some of you mother fuckers know me
You say, "That's Joe Bruce, my neighborhood homie
Trying to come up, trying to be a rap star
But his basement tapes ain't goin' far"
I ain't trying to be famous. I ain't trying to be rich
All I'm trying to do it dip my dick in your bitch
See me after dark, rim shootin' hoop
Or at home, gangin' beats from the Lifers Group
Yeah, I'm jackin' beats, I ain't afraid to say
Them mother fuckers rottin' in jail any mother fuckin' way
But I don't need to hear you say it
You don't like my shit, then don't fuckin' play it
"Hey, yo, J, your tape is weak"
Now your eye's swelled shut, and you're missin' teeth
This is a homemade mother fuckin' basement track
I ain't a super star, so get the fuck off my nut sack
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Set It Off lyrics - Inner City Posse
Aight, ay 2 Dope, turn up the echo, and I know I'm good for one of them old-ass, funky mojo beats
Violent J with the pull to the ghetto
Said another clique, suck a dick ’cause you're fucking soft
And don't say Violent J ain’t with it
When you was rollin' with your dad, your mom let me suck a titty
Fools always talk shit get beat
And if I'm out-numbered, there's a .9 in the back seat
'Cause when I'm feelin like a mack daddy
In the trunk when I ride, I got weapons I'da never had
And I just start gunnin 'em down
I blast in the crowd now everybody’s runnin’ around
And there's always them bitches that are screamin’
Some fool's on his back, wishing he were dreaming
If anybody's listenin' down south
I’ll talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
Keep stringin' on your banjo
'Cause we don't like that shit where I come from, bro
N.W.A without the boy Ice Cube, yo
You kinda sound like Barry motherfuckin' Manilow
Why do you call yourself a nigga, I ask you
That's the only kind of bullshit that you can lay tracks too
Short nappy head motherfuckers, the same
Sound like you got your beat from a Nintendo game
Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!
Yo, when I posse'd up in Volare
I got bitches on my dick like I'm grippin' a Ferrari
Well I guess it's cause I'm sorta famous
I'm sending out dope shit, how the fuck can you blame us?
When the fucking bitches come and drive by
Lifting up their shirts and lettin' titties fly
Like I really wanna see this shit
A drunk-ass slut and her fucking titty
And when it comes down to the sex part
They say love shit and try to soften my heart
But a bitch will always give more head
With a cold double barrel pressed against their forehead
That's the way to get it done around here
In my neck of the woods, I'd have never met fear
Me and the boys get to rumblin'
We always drop the hoes, though I might be fumbling
You know Violent J won't slip
Yo, G, the haters on Q-tip
Cause his punk ass went ahead and sold out
Now his family's at the funeral, and he's gettin' rolled out
And everybody's fake cryin'
Cause nobody really gives a fuck of him dyin'
Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!
They're rollin' HP's, it'll never end
Cause I saw Johnny buttfuckin' one of his friends
So they're on my case about it
Because I told everyone he likes to suck a good dick
Now we're out grippin' in a '68 bucket
Seen a fine bitch, but I said fuck it
'Cause I know how that story goes
First she buys me dinner, then I fuck that ho
But I was in a hurry to get downtown, ay yo
Mexican festival, you don't wanna miss the show
With brews and Faygo, we was chillin'
Too Much, [?], and my homie, Kid Villain
Those motherfuckers starin' at me all night
Givin' me a look like I was fuckin' his wife
I didn't know the bitch he was with, so I told him
Keep starin' at me, you catch a bullet in your scrotum
And everything went cool
We'd have caught him once more, I'd take his ass to school
Set it off, set it off
Lock Down lyrics - Inner City Posse
Spittin' and cussin' and you know I'm pissed
With them iron bracelets on my fuckin' wrists
And I'm headed for the county
With doughnut-eatin' mother fuckers all around me
Dressed in my original county blues
With my fresh do-rag and my rubber shoes
Six months in a cement bedroom
Make friends fast, make 'em fuckin' soon
Five months left, I don't even smoke
Cigarettes are like money, so I guess I'm broke
Drop two months, I'm down to fo'
With the homies playin' spades on the dirty-ass flo'
Chillin' by my home boy Bruno
Hangin' out at the rec and we was playin Uno
And this crack head's gonna try and take my seat
So I whipped his ass and I caught another week
Now I'm starin' at a plastic bowl
'Cause the next five days, I'm in the hole
One month left and I'm growin' kinda thin
And there's stubbles on my God damn chin
Three days good time, I guess I lucked out
My time is done, let me the fuck out
No more talkin' my cock down
I'll go fuck me a bitch 'cause I'm outta this lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down
Bitches lyrics - Inner City Posse
[*baby crying*]
Hey, hey, shh. Be quiet. Be quiet. Ay ay ay ay ay, shut up. Hey, shut up. Hey! Hey! Hey, shut the fuck up! Hey, shut the fuck up! Hey, bitch, come here and take care of this fuck- You want me to ki- Now, shut the- shut the fuck up!
Bitches, hoes, sluts, and skeezers
Skanky-ass whores, I can't forget your either
You can say I'm degrading toward women
But they always seem to let me travel up in 'em
Will I hit a woman? What you think?
I'll hit a fucking bitch like her name was Frank
In the 50's, when you're necked, you got lucky
Today you'll put a gun up to they head, and you'll say "Fuck me"
A mother fucker like J don't need a gun
I just whip out the pipe, and I watch 'em run
Up to me, through me, sayin' go through me
Nine months she's at my door, and the bitch is trying to sue me
You know I ain't havin' that bullshit
So I sent the bitch home with a fat lip, yo
V-I-O-L-E-N-T
Dumb dumb, you can't even fuck with me
Outta women I respect, just a chosen few
And one of them bitches sure as fuck ain't you
Pimping, playing, hauling, balling, bitches by the dozens
Like Jeff Allen and his fucking cousin
Stacks and stacks, so many to pick from
Callin' 'em up so we can go and dick 'em
Driving to my house during the talk zone
And then after I hit it, I'll make your ass walk home
You're crying but I think it's kinda funny
That I wouldn't give your ass no bus money
At night I have dreams that I'm waxing
Superstar, freaky ass, big butt Janet Jackson
I don't even need to tell you what I'd do to her
I'd come at her so fast, my dick would go clean through her
I'd fuck her sister, her aunt, and her mother
The only Jackson that I wouldn't fuck is her brother
But I can't have Janet, so I'll take what I can get
A strung out, ragged-on crackhead bitch
And they bodies so shitty
Skinny as fuck, and she only got one titty
I'm headed to the suburbs to find some
So I brung along my boys to help me grind 'em
Bitches, bitches, bitches, and more
Rapping with a bitch at the grocery store
The way she talked gave me an erection
So you know I had to fuck her in the meat section
I gave that bitch all that I got
She had her eyes closed so I fucked her with a lamb chop
Nobody can mack like J does
I'd fuck a girl that's sober, leave her with a buzz
I'm gonna get me a bitch from Thailand
'Cause all bitches over there do is pray to their man
Yo, 'cause bitches here are too fucking sad
Come home and find your freak in the sack with your dad
Saying they were lonely and needed to be held
Fuck off, bitch, that's why your eye got swelled
Yeah you beat her ass something crazy
You woulda killed her ass, but you was kinda lazy
Every time I see a bitch, she's always crying
That's the main fucking reason that the fists are always flyin'
Cause you ain't a god damn baby no more
So why don't you grow the fuck up, you sorry-ass fucking whore?
If you drive a piece of shit and you're not rich
Than you gots no women, explain that, bitch
That's why I always dig the crackheads
Cause them bitches think your rich as long as you ain't dead
Yo, I gots no problem anyway
I can have any bitch, 'cause I'm Violent J
So before you make that hitch
Be sure it ain't with that average bitch
Hey man, look at that skank over there
Have you ever seen an uglier bitch in your life, man?
It looks like somebody socked her in her fucking face with a bag of fucking rocks
Man, look at that Hey, bitch you look like you got hit by a train, ho
Hey, fuck you, come here and suck my nuts, bitch
That bitch's crawling off the streets man, ho
Hey. Hey bitch get the fuck off my car, fucking skank, look at that
Hey, bitch, you ever been smacked before, ho?
Come here, let me smack your ho fucking ass
Insain Like lyrics - Inner City Posse
"Who's that tapping at my window? Aah!"
(Listen to the bass)
(Get the beat to the nation, yeah.)
I go blank, [?] I grip my shank
I'm [?] you'd take death to the bank
The guardian angel must have fell off my shoulder
'Cause day by day, night by night, I'm gettin' colder
Demented, psychopath, klepto mental case
Smile when the blood squirts on my face
When I'm stabbin' some fool in his gut
To me, it's good as sex, so I nut
Amnesia, it's always the same
I can slide a family then forget my name
It don't matter, it comes back to me
As soon as I waste another family
Homicide victim, family members cry
Those mother fuckers always catch my eye
Look 'em up, heh, you know what I'm thinkin'
Violent J's gonna start head shrinkin', yeah
Go to the house and knock on the door
Clench my fist and [?] the whore
Rape the bitch and a her nasty lie
Rip out my shank and cut out her eye
[?] like to use handcuffs
Cut off her titties and use 'em for earmuffs
Split personalities, and my head keeps dancin'
One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson
Homicide, suicide, I'm a fuckin' wreck
Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fuckin' neck
Butcher, I'm slicin' and dicin'
Cut off your neck and serve it with rice
And side dishes, I'm a God damn lunatic
[?] me 'cause I'm sick, boy
Friday nights, I get a different kind of thrill
Fuck parties, fuck women, I fuckin' kill
I'm a racist, I like an innocent victim
If she's old and weak, then I'll stick 'em
[?] when I reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It becomes my meal 'cause my head is twisted
Cut soon after, I'm a fuckin' psythopathic
[?]
Just my thoughts will make you wanna throw up
The lives I take'll feel good on my brain
'Cause I'm mother fuckin' ass bitch god damn insane
When I was in school, I knew I was sick
When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out
I'm Mr. Rob and Shoot, and my mind is bent out
Of proportion, my blood is scorchin'
Throw me a flamethrower, and I'ma start torchin'
Innocent people, whoever's in range
Hat full of suckers, and I'm drawin' names
Kids used to laugh and call me names
Now I'm wringin' the blood out their mother fuckin' brains
Spare Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy
Rip you in half 'cause I'm God damn crazy
(Crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy)
Kill, kill, kill
Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill
Should I shoot [?] 'cause the voices are real
Livin' on the shit in Zug Island
Come across to Delray [?]
Dragged 'em back to my underground crawlspace
Cut off the head, but I save the face
And staple gun it to the wall
And that's all we know when ICP is on call
Play That Hoe lyrics - Inner City Posse
"Play that fuckin' ho!"
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"
Excuse me, bitch, I don't mean to trouble you
Can you guess the beat? Yeah, it's EMW
The Inner City Posse's gettin' fucked up
It's the Faygo and the OE gettin' sucked up
Bitches puttin' me in a bad mood
'Cause I was itchin' on my nuts and her sayin' that it's rude
The ho said "That's disgusting, J"
Don't worry about it, bitch, 'cause you'll be sucking on 'em anyway
Mind your own, sewer freaks
She stormin' out the house mad, and I'm starin' at their buttcheek
When a bitch lets everyone hit it in the butt
She's always comin' back with a fat gut
She's showin' pictures, and then nothing was said
They all know it's mine 'cause the baby had a big forehead
I ain't no kind of daddy, ho
I'll be fillin' up its bottle with Faygo
You better get an abortion, no fuckin' doubt
Or I'ma reach down your throat and pull the mother fucker out
She's bitchin' and bitchin', but I ignore it
And then she gonna ask me to fuckin' pay for it
I gave the ho an empty twelve-pack
Take your ass to the store and take a two-liter back
That's all I'll pay for, bitch, now get the fuck on, ho
Stick around, I got something you can suck on, yo
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"
Rollin' down West Vernor, it's the same
I'm gettin' sick of seein' [?]'s God damn name
Spray painted on the walls all around you
It's a damn shame that the deadly doughnuts never found you
Latin Counts, Young Gun, and X-Men
The Cobra's will bring they ninety-eights down to ten
Yet the second the ICP shows they face
Billy clubs and handcuffs all over the place
Runnin' from the [?] through the alleyway
They can't catch Violent crazy-ass motherfuckin' J
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time
'Cause now I'm chillin' in the back of car forty-nine
Sittin' in a bull pin, I heard a switch
I looked up, and the cop was a fuckin' bitch
I jumped up and quickly started frontin'
I said, "Baby, we can go out for doughnuts or somethin'"
She brought my [?] juice
If I could only get this bitch to cut me loose
She snuck in one night, and we started to rub
Next thing I know, I was fuckin' her with my billy club
I was out the next day, I called her on the phone
She said, "Hello, Joe," I said, "Bitch, fuck on"
I'm a free man now, so fuck you, ho
That's why I tried to tell you so, yo
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"
I'm a mack daddy, ho, there's no stoppin' me
I'm playin' bitches like a motherfuckin' game of Monopoly
Take a look at my boy Nate the Mack
By the time he was twelve, he had your mother on her back
When you were growin' up thinkin' love notes'll get her
I was at home fuckin' my babysitter
Bitch buy me a slice at Little Caesar's
You bitches, hoes, sluts, and skeezers
Hit it, quit it, and get away wit' it
You'd like it too, bitch, so why don't you fuckin' admit it
I forgot your name, so I'ma call you ho
When I snap, you'll answer to your uncle Joe
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
You're hangin' on my dick 'cause I can make you rich
Yeah, okay, you can stay then at night
In the back, with the rest of them sewer rats
Well, you know we'll fuck in my bed, of course
But then I'll keep you in the back like a fuckin' horse
I'm finna head to the Faygo sto'
But remember, homie, you gotta play that ho
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this? Whose is it?"
"Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this?"
"This is yours, yours, yours"
"You bitch! Ain't that right, ghetto style?"
"Yeah"
Ghetto Style lyrics - Inner City Posse
Inner City Posse holdin' it down
Playin' that yay yo by the pound
Gangstas in the South side runnin' things
[?] straight up 'cause I'm livin' like king
In the alley roads in the dark of the night
[?] rolls through tryin' to make things right
Chaos in the ghetto lasts more than a while
Lyrically and physically, I'm ghetto style
Clickin' on a 40, and it's makin' me brave
If a punk jumps up, then I put him in his grave
Chill in ICP on a full-time basis
Your crew's gettin' worried, I can see it on the faces
Scared 'cause my boys just macked on your freak
Dropkicked your dad and called your sister a geek
Should've kept your mouth shit, I'd have let it pass
Keep talkin' shit, I'ma whip ya ass
Drop the pieces, quit runnin' your lip
Or we'll go head up and I'm gonna whip
Your Kentucky ass straight back to the hills
I'll be drivin' the car when Kid Villain fills
Your ass with lead and then laughs about it
'Cause in Delray, a drive-by ain't shit
We stay in the slums, steal wine from a bum
Sell dope to a basehead whose money comes from
Armed robbery or BNE
But how he gets his money ain't shit to me
Gettin' paid, gettin' laid, and my style is cold
Blowin' holes in a court to follow gansta code
Ghetto style, the boy don't play
Kill in Military Southwest Delray
Inner City Posse fuckin' shit up
I drink 8-ball from a forty, you drink Kool-Aid from a cup
Down with Too Much and Violent J
Pimp a different ho each and every day
Not the ugly girls with the saggy butts
Those skanky-ass hoes don't even make me nut
ICP pullin' nothin' but babes
If the bitch ain't fuckin', get the hell away
'Cause we ain't got time for a stingy-ass bitch
Only want the money, never want to hitch
Up to one girl, or five at that
Inner City Posse [?]
The I.C.P. lyrics - Inner City Posse
Ghetto style, style of the ghetto
Mean Mug, Scarface, [?] Mike, Metal
Goin' crazy, these sluts are tryin' to fade me
Don't get too mad your girls just laid me
Ey, yo, the J stands for Joe
Violent [?] means that I'm a mother fuckin' psycho
Reputation like Jason on the Southwest side
Shot forty-seven times, boy, and still ain't died, yeah
Inner City Posse hittin' in the ghetto zone
Yo, with Rude Boy and Nate the mother fuckin' Mac, Too Dope, 7-Up, Kid Villain
Always killin'
J tall, and double back round kickin' Shay, haha, Laylo, Pumpkin, Rerun, Mike McQuary, and that noodle and neden sandwich eatin' mother fucker, MC JBO, Jason Mills, the crazy-ass Ireland Brothers, fat mother fuckin' Ryan, bitch-fuckin' Rich [?]
Nate
And neden colors
Jumpsteady red and have year (yo)
Shuferd, Valistic, greezy and Will ad, Fourth brag, my homeboys Lawernce and Shane
(The undergrounds in the back G)
Yo, and shouts go out to D lyrical
(Breakin it down till dawn)
Mike D, and Chris B stole the producer off some alley
(Eh now for the punk list)
You punk mother fucker
Q-tip, ya had ta slip
Oreo, we gotta twist ya in half and eat your insides out, mother fucker
Swade Rap, sellin out ass bitch
Joe Down, Im'a pop you like the zit you are
All you punk mother fuckers, fuck off
Yo this is the first of the ICP Bass-ment tapes
"No bodys around to answer your call, but this rappin machine is gonna help ya out
So don't say goodbye, don't hang up the phone. Just leave your bad rap a the sound of the tone."
Wait for the beep...HUHHH!
Wait for the beep...HUHHH!
Wait for the beep...HUHHH!
Check at the beep"
-for booking information or producer interests call 1-313 548-5707
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
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]
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