MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
insane clown posse - eminem s mom
What up dawg,
What you been up to?
Oh Yeah well thats cool,
check it out
Me and you,
we been down for awhile right,
We been here and there,
we been pretty tight
Something happened last night that you might get upset about
But hear me out
I didn't mean nothin' by it
I'ma make this quick,
i give your momma this dick
I don't know how it happened
I just know my nuts and
her itch were slappin
I was over there mowin the grass
and i could feel her eyes all up on my ass, And then
I went inside to make a phone call,
And there she was with her titty hangin out her bra
One thing just led to another,
and the next thing you know i'm butt f**kin your mother
Chorus:
Please don't hate me but i been f**kin' your mom loose lately
Please don't hate me
I never said i love the hoe
Please don't hate me but i been f**kin' your mom loose lately
Please don't hate me
Never shoulda trusted a juggalo
Don't hang up i still got more
Your momma gives head like a heroin whore.
I wasn't thinkin how you as my bud
When she spreaded my butt cheeks and went for the milk dud
We broke out with your grampa's gin and got drunk
I f**ked her with a bowlin pin
She was freaky her nipples look like peanuts
Your mom is one of my favorite sluts
She likes lickin from the back of my balls to the tip of my dick
wtih one big lick
She calls me her big teddy bear
Growl, I chase her around in my underwear
I'll admit i like spankin her butt
I used your sock though to catch my nut
Don't worry i put it back
I knew i better, thats prolly why yo toes been stickin together
Chorus
Please don't hate me
Maybe they call you the termihater
Please don't hate me
If this was a swamp, you'd be an allihater
Please don't hate me
You could use a cold glass of haterade
Please don't hate me
sure come on up take the elehater
Your mom's ass looks like oatmeal yo
Its bumpy and grainy,
I like the feel though
And i ain't tryin to diss her either
I'm only sayin i wish she would trim her beaver some.
Every hair is like a foot long
Bitch looks like a warewolf wearin a thong sometimes
Its alright with me though
I don't mind as long as i can locate the V hole
And your dad's so dumb
He's knowin nothig here
I'm stuffin her muffin
Not to mention the pickle buffin
And i hope me and you are still cool
I'm spendin the night so she can drive me to school tomorrow
And we plan on f**kin again
Alright, i'll talk to later, Peace Eminem
OOOOh, Jesus, somebody got f**ked up nigga
Chorus (til fades)
insane clown posse - 0 bucks
[Violent J (Shaggy)]
(Hey yo J)
What's up player?
(You know they don't like juggalos over there)
Right
(50 bucks says you don't get nothin)
Man, let me tell you somethin
Check this out (What up?)
It might sound shady
But I fuck a rich hoe named Grady.
They call her that cause her hair is blue,
She's one of them rebellious rock chicks too.
Anyway she has a big hoop in her neden,
Rings, chains, needles, pins, and things
Tatoos, it might sound fierce,
But I swear to God the bitch gots her butthole pierced.
She told me she liked it rough, I'm like straight,
First thing she did was punch me in the face,
I'm about to plant one to her jaw,
Before I could she was tounging my balls,
Oooooh whadablah, I dropped my weapon,
Looked down and my nuts was kicksteppin,
We was butt naked all over the floor
It felt weird though cause we was at the Faygo store.
[Chorus]
Momma don't like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When she's gone and you're alone again
50 bucks says you'll let me in
[Shaggy (J)]
(Hey yo Shaggy)
What up player?
(You know they don't like juggalos over there)
Right
(50 bucks says you don't get nothing)
Maan, let me tell you somethin.
I've done fuck bitches both sides of the border,
Nuthin like Gretta the millionaire's daughter,
Something like 950-sumthin pounds,
5'8" tall and she looove clowns.
Bitch had titties like water balloons,
My boys used to swing off 'em like baboons,
She'd buy us chocolates, swiss cheese pie,
And take it, and bake it... completely naked,
An ocean of loopness it ain't like nuthin,
Just jump anywhere in the mess and start humpin,
Don't really matter where I stick my dick,
I just reach (yeah), and grab (yeah), and stab (yeah), and jab (yeah),
But that ain't the reason that I love this hoe,
She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole:
She'd blow into it and make a wish,
And my nuts would expand like puffer fish.
[Chorus 11x]
insane clown posse - 10 bodies
Colton Grundy the Undying
I'm dead and lifeless
The casket maker
Soul taker, your life is
Priceless
Especially on the black market
If you're alive and breathing
Then you're a moving target
Which means you can be hit
And the quickest lickity split
Lay down in the ground
Surrounded by a casket
That I built
Out of warped woods and drift wood
Rusted railroad spikes
Collected from the neighborhood
Skilled in the family trade
I'm center stage
In the most horrific side of me
You'll ever see is like an instinct
Some sort of nervous twitch
I'll stack the bodies 10 high
And bungee cord them to the trailer hitch
Pulling dead weight
Just made it over the border
And out of state
No time to debate
Time is short and the day is only so long
10 bodies put in the ground before dawn
(Chorus x2)
10 bodies put in the ground before dawn
10 bodies put in the ground before dawn
(The moon is out and I'm digging on it) (x2)
(Colton Grundy)
Blaze Your Dead Homie
The unliving I'm dead and lifeless
The clock bearer
So terror the time is
Precise when your body is separating from soul
That's where I take your life
And transform you to a ghost
And you're powerless
Body limp, like dead fish
Only choose 10, never more
Less cause that be selfish
No headstones
Just 10 open holes in grounds
And dead bodies surround me
You're face down
No garbage bags
Not saying they trash
I'm just saying it preserves the body
And makes it last
For the future
And the time the to come ahead
Take it from the dead man
Things are easy when you're dead
I'll be back for you
I left the shovel right beside you
I hid you pretty good
I don't think no one's gonna find you
Time is short and the sun's coming along
I left the burial site before dawn
(Chorus x2)
I left the burial site before dawn
I left the burial site before dawn
(The moon is out and I'm digging on it) (x2)
(Colton Grundy)
Am I the sand man?
The one that free's your ghost
Or the mad man?
The one that slitining your throat
Tonight's the night
10 more coming to join you
I'll make it interesting
I would never disappoint you
There's 30 of ya'll all
Together and collected
And this here, chunk of the Earth
That we've infected
And now you're expecting them to grow
Into the millions
Unless they find a way to capture, apprehend
And kill me
Unless they find a way to capture, apprehend and kill me
Unless they find a way to capture, apprehend and kill me
(The moon is out and I'm digging on it) (x2)
I left the burial site before dawn
I left the burial site before dawn
(The moon is out and I'm digging on it) (x2)
(Chorus x2)
10 bodies put in the ground before dawn
10 bodies put in the ground before dawn
(The moon is out and I'm digging on it)
insane clown posse - 12
Rain & thunder~
"Wake ...Wake ...Awake... Revenge is mine. 12 people will die tonight."
[voices]
Guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty..
Now I've woken then reborn. Though I have just until dawn.
I remember every face spirits show me every place.
First one sleeps inside his bed. Place my fingers on his head.
To each temple push and smuther till my fingers touch each other.
Next one makes love to his wife. Only wish to take his life.
For his family's done no wrong. Place his children on the lawn.
Tell the misses leave the room. Lest she wish to witness doom.
Grab the squirmy, filthy, goat, and shove the dresser down his throat.
I must quickly use my gift. Next 2 work the midnight shift.
Drinking coffee in the back, I will listen to them chat.
Hear them speaking of my death. Hear the laughter in their breath.
But the laughter quickly died, when their heads colli-e-i-e-ide.
(chorus):
Ya care ta die? Ya care ta die? (9x)
(End chorus)
Now my anger's growing worse. Next one's working as a nurse.
Have to make a doctor's call. Drag my body down the hall.
Grab a scalpel and a blade. Time to play the nurse's aid.
Operate and strap her down, carve her face into a clown.
Killed another, then 3 more. Now we're down to only 4.
This man drives a taxi cab. 'Nother wicked life to grab.
Screaming that he thought I died. Let's go for a taxi ride.
In the wreck of twisted steel, the steering wheel becomes his meal.
This man watches his TV. Scanning channels endlessly.
Stops at station foty-fo' it's the wicked clown show.
Watch me juggle, watch me dance. In 3D watch me enhance.
Watch me crawl out from the screen and squeeze your neck until you're
gre-he-heen.
(chorus)
Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time....
Even though there's just one left, I feel my bones becoming stiff.
And now I wander endlessly, the spirits have abandoned me.
My lips are falling piece by piece. My ears and fingers in the street.
But still yet see no morning sun, and here's my victim's early run.
Quickly grab him from behind, 'round his neck with fishing twine.
Keep him still and pull the string, watch his head go bobbaling!
Listen to my riddle song, even though my crime was wrong.
Murder me just for your law and I'll be back for all a yall!
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
~child laughing
insane clown posse - 17 dead
I got shot with a buck shot shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang?
Do I bang do I slang do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
But you news wouldn't know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies
But I'm straight with that
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean they're all over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don't be fuckin' with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't work like that
Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat
You don't know now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsac
Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight hick town
Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park
That's me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass
I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty
insane clown posse - 24 on a 84
(Esham)
The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades
Just your ordinary average homicide days
Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays
No I'm in the hot pursuit, I'm riding sideways
I know my life ain't worth the bullets in your '45
But you ain't hitting me, I jump into a sporty dive
Before you know I got my shank inside your throat and sides
24's on 84 Regal as you was flooring right
Pilling, chrome creeping, through the ghetto zone
9 milli-milli bang for the metal tome
Send you back to your mama wrapped in cello-phone
You seen the lights of the flashy berretta chrome
Slice your ass with this hatchet like we Tom and Jerry
Knock your shit out, get you paid by the tooth fairy
When you die you're getting wet up like your bloody Carrie
Tuck your ass nice and cozy for the cemetery
When I burry your ass
(Chorus)
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama, I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal and I'm grinding
24's on my 84 Regal and I'm grinding
(TNT)
24's on my 84 Regal
I'm riding down your block with 2 Desert Eagles
I'm fixing to save the underground like Neo. People
People, there's no equal
F**k the sequel
This is it
A hit is a hit
You're about to get your wig split
It's the real deal no counterfeit
Nigga's check my style, my paint jobs gleaming
My rims is beaming
My hoes swallow my seamen
Oops I was just peeing
Let me re-start f**k going to court
Live in the fast lane cause life is to short
Hoes quote my rhymes
Fiends cop my dimes
My shit is so clean
I only ride when the sun shines
Read between the lines
F**king with mine you lose your mind
And I ain't lying, nigga's is dying
(Chorus)
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama, I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on my 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Eighty-four Regal cruising on twenty-fours
Looking for these hoes
Stop at every liquor store
You ain't peep my twenty-fo' spinners?
Diamond spoke
Po-pos looking at them at red lights and catch strokes
I get head while I'm mashing on 7 mile and Grashiot
Grip the stearing wheel tight bitch I ain't crashing it
Barry's in the rearview what the f**k?
Again? Push him out the window pealed out on his head
I ain't scared, f**k what he talking
Talking about my Regal, illegal cause flawsing
So it's back to the land to get my dime bags
Not to mention my hatchet to deal with these fags
I'm back in my home turf, Southwest
Where the hoes got they man's name tatted on they chest
What you hate me for?
Twenty-fours on a eighty-four
When I open the door
What you waiting for?
(Chorus)
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama, I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on my 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
insane clown posse - 85 bucks an hour
[Violent J]
Chillin at the Studio
Chillin at the Studio 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on!
I'm Violent J,
but my homies call me shithead
But that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
"Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a fuck."
I did a record deal
I signed a contract
Technically for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that?! (Coughs)
Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that ...
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold
I got fat knots
And your still flyering parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma turn em up louder and I'll piss you off.
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook
[Phone rings]
Hello?
Yeah uh Harry Sacks please?
Who is this?
Uh Harry hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh,
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers
that we can get uh, uh Sacks
Hello?
[Jamie Madrox]
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich I got a hooptie
With a smash in the fender
And in the back too
I got a broken taillight and I'll smash you, bitch
Get outta my way, we got clown luv
Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub.
[Monoxide Child]
It's the M, O, N, O, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin cigarette
I can't hear
My right ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place!"
So back up, recognize and check nuts
Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!
[Phone rings]
Psychopathic
Yo this Mo Styles in dis peace, what's up son?
Hello?
Yeah, what's up son
I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin
I got raps to bust for y'all
Y'all ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to kick this flow
You ready for this shit or what?
Who is this?
Word life son
I'm Mo Styles
I'm straight from the hood
I got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y'all
We coming hard
(Bring it, bring it, bring it)
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
My name's 2 Dope
And sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs
And some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid
I gets mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it
I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot
I plant em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis
Wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped
I applied the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin bungie jump
What!
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Violent J]
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles for miles
My gold comes in piles
I worked on Belle Isle
I picked up deer shit and now I spit raps
I snap your neck
Cause my free styles are fresh.
[Laughs]
insane clown posse - ain t yo bidness
[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead
[Violent J:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!
[Violent J:]
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i would rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Double A yall)
is Pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!
insane clown posse - alley rat
Gang bang. Pissed off. Swang thangs. Shit talk. Southwest. Street hood. Spit on. Ripped
off. No hoes. Pro wings. No real. Gold rings. Lips swoll. Chin rocked. Eyes in them "O"
rings. Street clown. No joke. Voodoo. No hox. Never die. Cant croke. Strokes for them old
folks. Smoke dope. Pop pills. Lift axe. Chops kill. Drink blood. Drip spills. Grab the mic
and drop skills chased off. Broke down. People up Folk down. Full moon. Choke sound. On the
murder-go-round. No love. No slack. Pie face. Slap back. Heffer,let me tap that. Like you a
chip munk and...
[Chorus]
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it
I gotta get it...
Last place. Dont care. Scrub life. I'm there. Red mist. I wear. Wet blood. Big smear. Just
know. Dark nights. Warm glow. Street lights. Breakin in. Tied tight. I'm taking all i like.
No look. Fuck style. Never calm. Buck wild. Jumpin off. Rooftops. Face painted. Fake smile.
(Who? What? What chuck? Nevermind. What the Fuck?)
Now im ridin up stuck underneath an ups truck.
(What you see? I looked around. Tell me. Thought i seen a clown)
No peep. Not a sound. No one lookin. Never found. Fuck jobs. Fuck rules. Fuck church. Fuck
school. Fuck court. Fuck jail. Hospitals and funerals (fuck em)
I aint goin im hoein you hoes out. When i die, bury me with my dick in your mouth
[Chorus (2x)]
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it
I gotta get it...
insane clown posse - amazing maze
Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun
But those rides just aren't for everyone
Bought my ticket I'ma have a run
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
If I don't come back or right away
Give me time at least a half a day
Don't just leave me lost and blown away
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm Jeff Nipple
And I'm Jimbo Jizm
Welcome to the Dark Carnival's amazing maze
Over 5000 ways to get in, and no way out
Let's meet today's volunteer
This is Rick
We like to call him Rick the Dick
Dickface here is a wealthy entrepeneur
Who smacks his wife around
And buys his way in and out of everything
Let's see how Mr. Toughguy fairs up in the amazing maze
[Violent J]
What up bitch? I'm Violent J
I'll be your guide for today, k?
Good, got mad doors and mad floors
Hallways, crawlways, walls for nedens
Make a left just before you make a right
And your left should be to your right
If your lefts right, right?
Good, begin the show
Go on ahead boy and open up the first door
Welcome to a theatrical thriller
Meet Jack Doobie a serial killer
With a chainsaw, he takes your arm at the elbow
You get it back if you make it out though
F**k ain't no use crying all day
You need to take your bitch ass back down the hallway
You gotta be a man at least you learned
Everything you get in the maze you've earned
Keep runnin times a tickin on the clock
You might wanna tie that stump up with a sock
Turn right it might look the same
But you makin tracks through the room of thumbtacks
This really ain't shit
About a million tacks and the room spins a bit
If you stay on your feet you'll be okay
Oh let me get out of your way
Oh boy Rick the Dick is in a bit of a jam there Jeff
That's right Jimbo
He looks like a ragdoll flippin and spinnin like that
You can always witness spectacles truly amazing
Within the amazing maze
Let's see where else Rick's adventures
Will lead the little dickwipe
Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls
Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls
What's this? Dead end, doors locked
It's a long way back, just knock
Oh should've turned around no doubt
Ain't nuthin that we got to sit and argue about
Keep going make a left, right left
Now run straight ahead some more
Open up the door
Slide in the sheets, nice breeze
Relax ninja take it with ease
The maze is a place of magic
Many surprises, your dick rises
Lay down expect the best
In comes your lover with a hairy chest
Hello sexy I'm grim love
Let me have a look at your uhh milk dud
Aww shit you fell for that
I ain't gonna tell you got your hole ring tapped
All that dissin of the opposite sex
And look who just got they butthole flexed
Wait! What's that?
The walls are closing in, f**k dat
Hurry run for your life
Ohh he'll be alright
How's that sit with you Jimbo?
First he gets plugged with bullets
Then he gets his butt plugged
I think he's a f**kin idiot, Jeff
I mean what kind of asshole
Can't find his way out of this maze?
You gotta be a real dickbuffer
To wind up here in the first place
Right you are Jimbo
Let's watch the big dick f**k up some more
Alrighty ain't no need to fear
If there's a way out it's gotta be near
Hey yo look a phone
You still got one good arm so it's on
Can you hear? Ahh tongue in your ear
Drop it the phones got a life of it's own
Kiss me man hey come on
Slip down the slide go faster
Bed of nails, disaster
Quit screaming yo, hurry the f**k up and open the door
Woods, trees you're outside
Lots of places for creeps to hide
Watch your step, AHHHH, backdraft
Caught your foot and the ankles left
Creepin off with your stump
Feel something in the rump
Holla's, yeah they gonna get you
How does it feel bitch get the picture
Back indoors hey at last
Look at your family behind the glass
They look weird, they're sayin something
Listen up, you've f**ked up, you've f**ked up
Oooh they're laughin and they're pointing at you
At least you know what they're sayins true
It's one last door you made it home, or
Or what? Once again it's on
Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun
But those rides just aren't for everyone
Bought my ticket I'ma have a run
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
If I don't come back or right away (Hey)
Hey man cut that shit
What the f**k man, happy friendly shit man
F**k dat
It's supposed to be wicked in this bitch man
Turn that shit off
insane clown posse - amy s in the attic
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and brain has gone ecstatic
Not another day of all the suffering and pain I was just a little boy ever so naive
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
On the playground, I chase her down the slide
I chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hide
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
Amy coincidently hit her head
Dumbling inside my brain, down came the wade
Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame?
Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying
Amy isn't really breathing, god I think she's dying
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
Even though she died, Amy has to hide
Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick
Lock her up forever in the attic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
terror fears, no
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed
How long will this keep and the nightmares last
Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling
I think I'm hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling
Looking in my mirror, the image isn't clear
I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear And
then I awake at the blink of an eye
Voices from the attic yellin, "why?"
What if Amy wasn't dead living in the box
Banging on the walls, rattling the locks
Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth
And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself
Why do I think in Amy of this way?
She was once a lovely girl running out to play
Maybe it's all a dream insane fanatic
Maybe there's no Amy in the attic after all
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
terror fears, no
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
terror fears, no
Amy isn't dead...
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic
Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains
That keeps Amy locked in my brain
No, I must be starting to pray that I won't
I pray it's just a figment, to see this carry on too long
Amy isn't dead, I never knew an Amy
I was just a boy, how can you blame me?
Maybe that's okay, but she's tapping at the walls
I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall
Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide
Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside
Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling
Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling
Landing on my head, I'm psycho-sick I've finally had it
Amy, know I'm coming to the attic!!!!
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yes
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no
insane clown posse - another love song
Yeah
I Mean I Hear What Your Saying
I Mean You Got Carried Away In The Moment
And I Could Forgive You
I Could Do That
I Could Do Anything
If I Want to
I Could Buy You A Lexus Truck With A White Leather Interior
I Could Kill Off Some Bears And Dogs And Shit
Just To Make You A Fur Coat
I could love you and treat you with class
And Have babies fallin all out your ass
But thinkin about it
I think I would rather kill you
(Cause i got u in my car and u aint goin nowhere bitch yourdead)
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie
I could take all the facepaint off and get a real job workin foryour dad
I would rather take a 10 pound axe and stick it your daddysforehead
I could let you move into my house
You fuck the neighbour everytime i go out
And wipe his nut on my pillow
But I think id rather kill you
(Cause we parked all alone in this dark anyway hey)
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie
Im the one who killed your precious cat and stuck it your fuckinmailbox
If i only hadnt cut of my hair id choke you with all mydreadlocks
When I scream at the moon every night
you should have known something just isnt right
Cause im going to slap you
and then im going to kill you
(Cause the moon told me to and its watching us right now)
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie
I could go back to school instead
and try to get my diploma
Id much rather bang your head on the wall
Until you fall into a coma
Cause i cant get you aout of my head
Id cut my head off but then id be dead
And I aint the only mutherfucker thats dying
So lets just die toghter
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter)
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter)
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter)
I beter cut that neck in half
I better choke out that bitch ass
I better chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter)
insane clown posse - ask you sumptin
I'll be fucking, I'll be fucking Fucking in the bushes, fucking on the grass If you got some neden, bitch, I'll fuck your nasty ass I'll be fucking, I'll be fucking Let me tell ya somethin' When I look at you I look at a man who ain't never fucked Now don't get me wrong I believe that you mighta humped or somethin Now you might of even made love But see, I ain't even like that I mean,
when I'm with a bitch I'll be fucking, I'll be fucking Fucking in the classroom, fucking in the mall Fuck em short, fat, stubble, crippled, bald or small I'll be fucking, I'll be fucking Let me ask you somethin When I look at you Something tells me that you just ain't sexin I mean, how can 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 coming over And I'm a let you know I'll be fucking, I'll be fucking Fucking in the chimney, fucking in the shed BITCH! I'LL FUCK YOUR UGLY ASS TIT ANY DAY! I'll be fucking, I'll be fucking I'll be fucking I'll be fucking Fucking in the bushes, fucking on the grass If you got some neden, bitch, I'll fuck your nasty ass I'll be fucking I'll be fucking I'll be fucking
insane clown posse - assassins
You know who your fuckin wit?
W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wicked clowns (repeat)
I walked through river rouge and saw this man
He was chubba he was 1m I snatched his jewelry and ran
I caught up with Nate he said I think it's worth a grand
He smiled then he cringled then he shook my hand
The Deal is goin down I need the money so I'm giddy
The fuckin snake was crule all I got was 750
My mother threw my out I called my sister a whore
Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor
It's been a week I haven't eaten I starve and I crawl
Saw my teacher Ms. Delana Oak at Wellington Mall
I broke into her dosten and jumped in the back
And waited for the bitch to put my shanke through her neck
She offered her cars key's cried and said please
She promised not to tell and gave me A's and B's
I said I want your money bitch and all I can sell
I looked into her eyes and she was SCARED AS HELL!
I knew she was a snitch so I cut off her tongue
Now happy with the trigger now I'm on the run
AN ASSASSIN
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
Don't fuck with me
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
Don't fuck with me
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
You know who your fuckin wit?
W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wicked clowns (repeat)
My father was a priest cold blooded he's dead
Hipocret he was a bigot so I cut off his head
Poored out the holey water bless the dead is what I said
And heard the demons screamin as his body bled
Now I'm drunk on the freeway just the other day
I saw a fine hitch hiker and I wanted to play
Pulled up to the curb so I can offer a ride
She said thanx I said no thang and she got inside
I'm peepin as I'm creepin I'm packin an erection
I'm stairin with my dick I'm like LOOK which direction
Made it to her ave, she got out and said see ya
Hey babe why don't ya chill and kill this 2 liter
Went into my trailer, I filled up the glass
Before she took a sip I had my dick in her ass
I banged it and banged it the shit was obserd
Like she was Sporty Spice and I was some fuckin nerd
Then she rolled over and gave me a kiss
She said "When am I gettin paid?" WHAT BITCH?
First I tried to choke her she went for the door
She said "Welcome to the desease theres no cure for"
Bitch I love you but now you gotta die
I chased her through the door but she slammed it in my eye
She passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
Billy pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back
Still about 30, I went for the hatchet
And screamed at the moon like a sick psychopatchic
Chopin and chopin they said "J what tha fuck?"
On the news they found her head stuffed up her butt, WHAT?
I'm an ASSASSIN
hahaha a motha fuckin assassin
An assassin
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
Don't fuck with me
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
Don't fuck with me
Wicked Clowns wicked clown
Wicked clowns wicked clown
insane clown posse - behind the paint
Remember me bitch, 8th grade
ball park, skinny ass well-fare aid
Ustler and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons, Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks
quit school, nobody missed us,
nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us
now look at these beautiful model type high class women
takin' my dick in em'
you don't remember my kind in class
the wigged out freak starin' at your ass
never had the courage to even say hi,
only smell your perfume vapor when you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your flashing your titties at me waitin in line
and that's fine, while you're working your charm
look beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who won
look at him, the same pair of pants and that shirt again
an outcast, I knew I had to do something
figure out a way to make something out of nothin
open up shop, got what you need
speakers, clothes, CD's or bags of weed
but that shit got me nowhere except jail
me and all my homies to broke to make the bail
so now we're right back at the place we started
chuckles and laugh the second we turn our backs
assed out, but we was like "fuck yall"
we got each other and the drop of the homie call
look at us now bitch, holdin' platinum
all up on my dick, but I'm the same as back then
forget the money and fame because
beneath the paint life's just as it always was
another girl, I don't dare to confide in
playing that role, it hurts inside
here I am thinking she wants me
she only wants that killer on her CD
just when I couldn't feel any worse
bitch asked me if I could paint my face first
the day I finally get to leave this land
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
[repeats until song ends]
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