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Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse


Background information
Origin Delray, Detroit, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Psychopathic Records
Associated acts Esham
Twiztid
Psychopathic Rydas
Dark Lotus
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Anybody Killa
DJ Clay
Kottonmouth Kings
Soopa Villainz
Website Website
Members
Violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope
Former members
John Kickjazz
Greez-E



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Insane Clown Posse Album


Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3 (2001)
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That was from 1994...
Welcome to Forgotten Freshness Volume 3

Draw something make sure you don't forget your red pen
cause we gonna need it when you draw the blood in
ps-ps-ps-psychopathic records baby all offensive powers
our plane's high-jacked, head for record label towers
drink of choice, Faygo, rock-n-rye with hennesey
i like marijuana that is sent from tennessee
I'm sick of rock guitars always lacin' our shit
we bout to get wicked for the sixth (the sixth), the sixth (the sixth)
I like cuttin' heads off, blood trail through the house
down to the basement where I hollow them out
Run lady, I'm on you, don't reach for the phone
I'm gonna cut you up and voodoo drums with your bones

[Chorus:]
Cartoon Nightmares!
Science fiction, brain incision.
Cartoon Nightmares!
Satellites and televisions.
Won't you draw me?
Liquid lines of (technicolor) color.
I will hurry right there.
(walk like an) Egyptian.

Im like Richard Remeriz (the stalker)
and I didn't even know it
Of course I mean without the ACDC and the money
Local Rappers from my city they wanna talk smack
But they be so wack they aint worth dissing back
(Worth Yo Body) Nope
Break yo head, pull out ya brain
pass it down the line, we call it the train
Look at that girl [2x]
Booty in the pants [2x]
Shakin that thing [2x]
Like WHUT WHUT WHUT WHUT
If you were Andre The Giant, that shit would be slick
You could finger fuck a girl and she would think it's your dick
Blood ozes down the screen
Off the page and magazine
Off the table to the floor
Cross the tile out tha door

[Chorus]

ICP headin back to St. Louis
Nelly scoot over, me and shaggy bout to do this
There's an arm in my trunk (Whaa)
An arm in my trunk (Where)
Underneath the tire there's an arm in my trunk
I've seem to recognize this plaaaace
up in county jail
yes I recall, STALE
Me and Jumpsteady killa hookers at night
check my bumper hair follicles and blood in the light
Me and Billy Bill, we put a arm in shaggy's trunk
He woulda never noticed, but it stunk soo bad...
There's an arm in my trunk (HEY YOU)
Gimme a subway bun (Yeaaa)
knuckel deep in mayo like yumm

[Chorus:]
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Won't you draw me
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
I will hurry right there
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)

. . .



Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!

Posse, Up!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin up the homies, we get em one by one
If you aint psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)
Everybody's lookin if you jealous turn around
Fuckin with them leathers got us hoppin off the ground [Honk]
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The alpines bumpin but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rollin Twiztid's gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhilation comin back from Cedar's Point
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Lookin for the wavin for some action
The wagons kinda crowded though
The whole car was leanin' back
Jamie tryin to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't lookin, we hit a crack head
Flippin off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret
Insane Clown Posse rippin up shit
Woo! Woo!

Psychopathic Sodiers Roll
My Posse's on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)
Down riverside that's how we ryde
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)

Runnin down bass and seven more scored
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
Jump Steady's dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy's on the left side coughin helly grief
Leavin haters bleeding crawling pickin up they teeth
Tom Dub is the skinny guy
People think he's funny
But he didn't even know tonight he comin back bloody
Cruisin Del Ray boy these streets is cold
Cigerette lighter broken window stuck unrolled
Rippin Michigan, we saw nothin but thugs
Me muggin hoes shoppin
Distributin drugs
Hittin 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk*
Squeekin and we ..
But the wagon don't stop
Michigan ..
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a verner
It's time to get wrecked
Junkie on the corner, need a box of shoots
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yellin "What's my Name!?"

.. Toxic Sludge Warrior
My Posse's on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)
.. back down to Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)

Now cruisin down Verner
My wheels spin slow
Runnin with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin for a ride
We tried to pick em up
But we had no room inside
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hoods
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
Our crew is gettin bigger, and there's way to many freeks
The muffler's draggin and the tailpipes weak
Now these hoes are gettin hungry
Monoxide's treatin
We stopped at .. for some mexican eatin
The restruant was closed, this ho was like "Damn it."
She said "Go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Seven."
Now I finally see the place, it's a little run down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
After midnight though the place is bad news
Alex dropped a $20 and didn't even miss it
This hoe from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's trippin and jumpin on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl
If ya don't have game, then .. leave our world
Aint nothin to discuss, the bitch slept with us
She fucked everybody now I heard she lives with Russ
Now I'm runnin with a hatchet, and you walkin with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is givin you the blues
Hate us all you want, cuz we don't get upset
We the Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)

Psychopathic holdin it down for Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Whut!)
Dumpin dead bodies behind the Del Ray Cafe
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)
Fuckin bitches on the grass on in Paton
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way down
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalks
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
.. Turn you right back right around
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)
.. cars
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Inner City Posse's still alive, bitch!

. . .



Spread your wings
Flying over frozen mountains
Crystal rivers and geizer fountains
Drifting above China's Mystic Forest
Float with the breeze and cross seas to shores
Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweed
Irish meadows and fields of green
Glide through cities of brick and stone
Broken arrows of ancient Rome

Fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Won't you come fly with me?
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Everybody

Haunted woodlands, forbidden trails
Dusts that was caves and O.K. Corrals
Castle halls, underwater falls
Pyramids crumble when nature calls
Skies of blue become black with stars
Lightning bugs kept within jars
Sand moves slowly through the hour glass
Wings spread, we can all fly last

Everybody come and fly away
You must believe that you can fly away
Spread your wings and come and fly away
Just believe that you will fly away

Rock will melt, coal crystalize
The clouds and skylines materialize
Wings spread take flights over northern lights
Wolves howl over blood-red moonlit nights
We're Kings and Queens within our dreams
The sky rains down into ruby rings
Oceans river lakes and ponds
Lions unicorns birds and ???

Fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Won't you come fly with me?
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Everybody

Martians travel to the land of Mecca
Atlantis hidden deep under forever
Iceland golden tombs of pharoah kings
Rainbows sprinkling diamond rings
Voices cry now echo carries
Angels dance with the cryptic fairies
Gates of Afterlife open swiftly
Stay if you wish...
But come fly with me

Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away
(we can fly together)

I'm hoping your imagination (imagination)
Beyond anything conceivable (anything conceivable)
Allow the unbelievable (unbelievable)
To take complete control of your soul (let it take control)
Levitate 3 feet above ground level (3 feet above ground level and raising)
Allow yourself to raise and amaze
Drift higher and higher into the moon's rays, come on

Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away
(we can fly together)

Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that, you must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away
(we can fly together)

Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away

. . .










. . .



(What's wrong)?
(Whut up homie)?
You got a lot of homies, I see that nice
I gotta kinda wonder if you stick like mice or not
When it gets hot who stays, who runs
Who be holding ground, who be bucking like shotguns
You gotta lot a muscle, would they tussle for you?
If there's shit going down would they hussle for you?
Tell me, if you get a number do the tables switch?
Are the type to leave them all hanging, and run like a bitch?

Run away boy, run away boy, hurry up,
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry,
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry up,
Run away boy,
Run away boy, HURRY!
(RUN)
Hurry boy go run and hide your ugly face
Hurry boy go run away where you can be safe
Hurry boy go run away, hope they dont give chase
Hurry boy just leave your friends, you need to be safe
(don't worry about them)
(let them come to us)

Give me a ?? I see that we down
But would you hold your ground if there was trouble around?
If muthafuckas dissing are you pissing in your pants or are you jumping in the
mix
Like c'mon and dance?
Tell me this, would you take a bullet for me?
Do you have pride, tell me would you show it for me?
Or would you throw it to me, jump in your car and bail,
Like see you would'nt wanna be your pal


. . .



Now a days everybody wanna talk

But nothing comes out when they moving they lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah that's right
Compton is in the house
Come here pull down your panties you little bitch
Alright hold up dawg
Go easy on me and shit
You about ripped my asshole last time
Take some of this Compton dick
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
You wanna be famous?
Uh huh
Then spread that bitch ass
It's all about Dre
Yeah, Compton
Ahh dawg you hurting me dawg
You the tightest Detroit rapper you little bitch
You ripping my asshole dawg
Hold on a second, wait don't bust
Wait, oh ahh dawg
Take all this compton dick
Hold on, don't bust
Do it on my lip like a milk ad
Compton's in that ass
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre ahh shit
You wanna be famous you little bitch?
Don't tell Kim dawg, please
It's all about Dre
Now get the fuck out of here
Ahh shit

Bitch boy muthafucka
You might have those 11 year old groupies believing your shit
But you ain't fooling nobody bitch
You a mother fucking bitch
Yeah suck my dick
You ain't never shot at us with no paint balls
Matter of fact you can come get these painted balls muthafucka
Come get these Juggalo painted balls bitch
You ain't never chased us out of no club bitch
The only club you ever chased anybody out of was a gay bar bitch
Straight outta Warren
Bitch you a joke
Sucking so much dick your fucking lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Mean mugging and thugging sitting on Dre's lap
You pull a gat on my dawg
No bullets or nuthing
You shaking, stumbling, nervous fumbling
Scared to death, screaming for help
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hopping out at 35 mile
Telling us we fake little faggot bet
I'ma gonna knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls crying and shit
But the Detroit thugs aint buying your shit
Run you ass back to Dr. Dre, and open your butt
You little goofy ass boy get fucked

Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Sissy ass radio bitch, BITCH!

Wait a minute don't run
What's up with that?
I'm just trying to give you this 300 bucks back
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up they show
You little pussy ass hoe
Look at us dawg
Who put us on the map?
3 plat 2 gold, and we still like that
We did it alone
Without a DRE
But he owns you, and fucks your butt like a pussy
Husband, tell me where she at?
Everybody be fucking that bitch
You don't see that?
I know three people she fucked on you
Up at Hot Rock's she be fucking bitches too
You told the world you gonna kill the slut
Then you're on TV licking her butt
Be careful you probably gonna taste my nut
Cause even I be fucking that bitch raw like whut

Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!

I remember your ass at Saint Andrew's Hall
Handing out your flyers
Come one come all, come to my show
I looked at it, what!?
Right there, Insane Clown Posse might show up
What the fuck kinda rapper could be that lame?
The only way to draw people is use our name
I could've just've fucked you up right there
But I let it pass, I felt bad for your bitch ass
Bitch when I met you, you were sucking dick
Now your on the pop charts sucking dick
You'll be sucking dick for eternity
Look at your mouth, it look like a pussy
I know that Slim Anus got to you
Yeah, only because it was so damn true
When I think of your daughter it makes me sad
She got a whore for a momma
And a bitch ass dad!

Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
Top 40 pussy rap bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nothin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Mainstream pretty boy biatttcccchh, BITCH!

Sucker ass
Mother fucker
Hitler ass haircut
Bitch ass mother fucking boy band ass

. . .



I choke....nope, nah, hold up.
Aight, listen....Fucking go!!

I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Nooo!!)
Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!!
(That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....WAIT A
SECOND!! LISTEN!!)
I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball
I buck them all
Fuck them all
(Yeah!)
We standing tall
(Whooooo!!)
Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and
Twiztid... (Noooo!!)

We used to--we used to--
We used to rob for them petty thangs
Like a gold chain
Or a mothafucking pinky ring
Now it's gold cane
If you see me on the dope train
I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in my right hand
Ready to make a stand
Old folks scared of eye gain
Out the window pane
They be looking with a migraine
While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fucking shame
When you in this game
Trying to sell to a sprung lane
I control your brain

To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see
It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes
Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros
Automatic with the carrier
Silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys
Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy!

We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close

We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J
And bury it away
I'm on the spree
Killing for free
Without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique
Hoes that pop lip
Can eat a dick
Or get your neck slit
I'm having these memory lapses
Of bodies off in the caskets
With no heads
Monoxide, ruler of the dead

We 50-deep on the lawn
With the Psychopathic leathers on
You say it's on
So come bring it on
We getting crunk at your funerals
Treat us like we criminals
We juggalo individuals
We just another crazy clique
ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six
All up in this bitch
And we running shit
We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws
Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw

We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close

Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Taking care of ya
We scarier
Than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
Choking anybody I find
I'm taking mine

You mothafuckas can't get near it
Cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh
I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya

Listen....(slllllooooppppp!!)
Ya hear that, slut?
That was me...pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, "fuck y'all!!"
I stab bitches with a chainsaw

We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up
And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south from the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP

We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos

. . .



If it was up to me I would never dare you
If it was up to me I would rather spare you
If it was up to me I would try to sway you

Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to
If it was up to me you wouldn't have to fear him
If it was up to me I wouldn't let you near him
If it was up to me it doesn't really matter
Inside out, it's only
It's all out, they gotta take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to

Ok, come on
You don't wanna see what goes on over here
You don't even wanna get near
If I was you I'd turn around and back home now
Before your ass gets stuffed little buster
Tryin to mean mug with that lip flappin
What you thought was gonna happen?
Turn around bitch boy and break off fast
Before you get that foot in your ass Mother fucker!

Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him

. . .



If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero
Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro
Every album I touch 5 mics
Id be on MTV with Tommy Lee ridden dirt bikes
Me and Fred Durst cooking brought worst
And one of those huge barbecues with them bonny skirts
I wouldn't need a baracade at my shows
cause it would be nothing but celeberty friends the first 10 rows
id have a 90 pound sled on my arm
who likes like a little skinny dude with a perm
but shes a super model and she works in Brazil
and her daddy places pool on the isle of ???
I remember when I met at a party with my friends
I sent her a rose with a note "May I have this dance?"
Jeckel whut? I don't even know who they are
If I had things my way, I'd be a superstar

[Chorus:]
I'm so famous I'm so sweet
I'm so neat I can't be beat
call my one time
I'm so fashon, I'm divine
I'm so famous I'm so sweet
I'm so neat I can't be beat
call my one time
I'm so fashon, I'm divine

i got a call this morning Denis Rodman & Carson Daily
they want to meet me up for lunch at the ????
and I don't even know them people
but we famous, so we consider each other equal
where am I from? oh yea Detroit city
i remember that tiny little town, so itty bitty
i think I used to have some family there
infact I wonder if.rmmm... anyway, jauque do my hair
sniffing cocaine off of crystal counter top
kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lolly pop
Shaggy Who? watch me clean up the ghetto
i sleep on a matress sprinkled with rose pedals
make my music, write my song ill come sing it
and when the royalty check comes, betta bring it
mr masoose come and rub me down gently
mom hers the keys, go and wash the ???

(Fast Talking I Can't Even Make Out)

Superstar....
[Chorus]

I'm like a zerko, I suck my drummers dick
i aint gay or nothin, I just did it for kicks
i play the crazy rock star it helps my rep
u shoulda seen me at the movie premire with johny depp
i love hollywood partys, I live like a star
ill kiss ur ass, even if I don't know who u are
ill jump in your pictures and ill get in your way
I'm annoying as fuck, I'm like that one kid from Sugar Ray
do I remember Twiztid? of course I do, Twisted Sister, They used to play with
Motely Crue
oh you mean them rapper kids that were down with me?
no, I don't recall, excuse me, security!
i don't need old friends, I'm way bigger
sorry, my phones ringin, its Tommy Hilfiger
ill see u when I see if I remember who u are
after all, your talking with the superstar


. . .



I paint my face every year all day
the 31st aint nothin to me, another holiday
all of a sudden face paintin's in style
And I've been doin ever since Gilligan's Island was on
but try to live all year though
try pickin up a chick when your painted up like a wierdo
im 68 years old I still trick or treat
you think I care? shit I'm trying to find somethin to eat
and tell your old ladies to keep your pennys
if it aint above a quarter, don't even bother
im sick of these little kids to I know you did it
put a brick in your bag and hit me in the head with it
and then they take my candy and diss
"look what I got from the fat guy painted like kiss!"
all year I'm a psycho uh huh I see
but every halloween, you wanna be me!

theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee

a gorila, a buffer fish and a bag lady
all made love and had a little baby
and supposedly I'm the one
but at this point thats only purely speculation
on halloween people smile at me
the rest of the year, they dial the police
they kick me off there lawn and shoot me off there cars
but on halloween there giving me candy bars
trick or treat it's 5:30 in the morning
im still out..im standing on your lawn
and I'm lookin through your window
*tap tap* I see a gummy bear on the table, ya gonna eat that?
my paint don't come off, and if it did
you think I'm scary now, shiiit
I look like frankenstein thats been slaped with ugly
yet children hug me on halloween

theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee

3 6 4 people hate my guts
on halloween though, they wanna ride my nuts
they dress up as monsters, freaks, and clowns
and pass jelly bears, goobers, and suckers around
they next day when I try to trick or treat
it's get off the porch or i'll call the cops you freak
I don't understand you people but that's ok
i'll see you all next time you try to be Violent J

theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
(well I don't care)
(well I don't care)
(well I don't care)

. . .



[Violent J]

This is for mom
Miss Linda Harwood
Miss Cathy Hill
This is for you.

I respect my mother
With every step I take
She was there for my first step
In the first place
Everybody wants out on their own
Now that I'm grown
I wanna be back home
In a world full of vipers
Only my mother's love was righteous
I feel I've been to hell and back three times
I could never sum it up with these rhymes
Looking for a story to share
With somebody, but they never seem to care
While I'm looking for this person everywhere
I'm slippin', cause my mom is right here
Life moves along so fast
When I see real love at last it's past
That ain't gonna happen to me
I can hear my conscience rapping to me
It's like "Hey, you've only got one real friend
From the cradle, to the grave, and back again."
With unconditional love
That's my mother I'm speakin' of.

That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)

And I know it's true
Even in my darkest time
In my darkest hour
When my heart is blind
And I'm giving nobody respect
My mother's there to put my ass in check
And she don't play that mister famous trash
She was putting them diapers on my ass
She's seen every side of me
It don't matter how thuggish I'd try to be
NAW every week in the back yard
Now I'm in the big time, trying to act hard
What mattered when I looked a years back
Was mamma, bringing the chairs back
Supportin' every dream I got
You best believe, man, I dreamed a lot
Me and Rude Boy, I'm trying to tell ya,
Not a day goes by in life, we don't feel ya
We ain't taking nothing for granted
Mom's lasagna is so good I can't stand it!
Mrs. Hill always greets me with a hug
Now I see where Rudy got all his love

That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)

Everybody around me, they use me, and go for self
They want cash, equity, bank and wealth
Mom puts that on the shelf
All she cares about is my health
It all seems too good to be
As I'm battling life, mamma's backin' me
And she only really wants one thing of mine
Just a little time
Mother, in this world of scars
Money and snakes and labeled wars
Whatever else life puts me through
It's all #2
When it comes to you.
And your love is all I treasure
My real father just didn't measure
He was gone, without a thing to say!
I know he would have failed in comparison anyway.
You gave me 3 times the love
Enough for you, him, and the God above
Rude Boy, his daddy was strong,
Stayed holding on when the ease was gone.
Now a days, everything's all right
Millionaire rocking these microphones all night.
Makin' all of our dreams come true,
And we're full of love, mamma, thanks to you.!
I'm still sorry about the china cabinet
Wish I could bring it all back now, dammit!
Linda, Ron, Cathy and Ryo
We want you to know that we love you.

That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)

. . .



Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New York to L.A.
from Chile to Greece
from New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no fucks
Motha fucka
natural born serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet your maker

Im scary like Michael Jaskson up close
I like diggin up dead bodies
look at me Im gross
my name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us natural killas
the world most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together like woooo!

[Chorus:]
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya

mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya

This aint no blair witch
beware bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
remember me
the V I C E
well heres my trilogy
Im outta captivity
rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
you're flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the redneck in the moshpit
2 axes come in handy
to answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

[Chorus]
Disrespect me I'll run in your house
like puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
catch you at a show while you're chilling with your ho
and crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
gun groove captain
brooklyn home of the original gun clapping
gats get brung, niggas get done
sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer

[Chorus]
[Screams]
[OVERDUB:] To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried alive
from the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
hands clawing for blood!


. . .



Father, I confess for doing
I had a brain, but life had to ruin it
Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It
When you put me in a cage full of animals
Savages and cold blooded canibals
I can't help but come but abouts me
try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but its all I know
the only thing I ever knew, so what to do
look at you, a bigot till your growin old
your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold
so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone

[Chorus]

I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it
I took it home, opened it, I shook it
she had papers, lipstick and nail polish
credit cards and about 27 dollars
I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there
it seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere
on the light post, by this mail box
I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks
but there it was, on the side walk, waitin for me
it tried to lure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it
it was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off
father I confess, I'm a criminal
but my worlds too subliminal around me
look at them, all the wicked masses
thats why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes

[Chorus]

Its like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybodys got a tickit, they're lookin
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack

[Chorus]

. . .



And we're ready, just remember to be smooth you gotta be faster tho
We gotta go through it faster

Why?
Because we dont have that much space

I'm feeling it

Then we gotta brake it up
The name is Vamiro, go

The name is Vampiro, go Vampiro child of the rancid rechid darkness
Vampiro I truley am a juggalotus manik killa
Super unkown hero
Vampiro
Yea a true hatchet ryda long rain the lotus killers
Then again it's my privlage to power bomb your fucking ass
On a bed of butcher knives motherfucker

Mothafucko

Open up the Pandora's Box bitchboy

And I am 1 of 6 killas, the Jamie Monoxide (Jamie Madrox) oh fuck ok that's that
dude from Twiztid
Shaggy (Monoxide) Blaze whut the fucker ever Monoxide (Blaze) Blaze
And of course Violent J
With blood trails drain through the streets of detroit
Like faygo off a juggalos dick motherfucker
(A juggalos body) Oh
The result of 6 sireal mudering maniac killers killing mudering stabbing
(Chopping hacking cutting shooting)
Cnd maybe lighting your fucking dick on fire bitch
(Whoo!)
All hial the lotus pod from hence we came
And when our job is complete we will return to
(In your ribs, in your ribs) in my nuts (no in your ribs) aight
(The lotus pod)
The lotus pod (The lotus pod) the lotus pod fucker, the next level,
6 maniac killas
The lotus pod (the lotus pod) the lotus pod
(Look at me not the mic, i meen the micraphone not me, dont look at me look at
the
Micraphone)
I'm lookin at the micraphone man, (the lotus pod) the lotus pod (the lotus pod)
My big dick (your big dick) my big... dick!

. . .



you know the irony of life is that you have like
this big dream to get where you wanna be
but once you get there you start to dream about where you came from.
I guess thats the part of the circle of our lives
like the hands of a clock going round.
if only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began.
its all too soon thats all will be is a dream in someones mind.

Look at me I'm famous on top of the world,
I finally reached up in time (im a superstar)
stand up, step back and take a look
is this really whut I had in mind? (i dont really think so)
I guessed them goals that we set in the day,
they actually came to be. (yup yup)
but now I'm lookin at a black white paper,
and with a whole book of memories (but we never read)

seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we always went there)
songs were long and polution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat
(thats nasty)
but if now if this supposed to be heaven for me, then just give me my own
hell back

so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
cmon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand)
so take me home
(to my old school down in delray)
cmon and take me home
??

(cmon cmon) lets go yall

theres another festival down town,
take some bottles back up to the store
(i found two of em)
that would get us bus money down there
to get back we have to find some more
(might as well get drunk)
hangin our flyers up everywhere,
we coulda sworn we was makin noise,
(everybody knew us)
finally we had everyone in southwest
representin with the jj boys (everybody)

I stole to eat (i stole)
I stole to live (i stole)
I stole only to survive (if yous a hoodlum)
just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I stole a car with my tape inside
all we did was try to talk to hoes,
and none of them was tryin to hear (not 1 hoe)
it woulda meant so much more back then
cause now its fake hoes everywhere

so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
cmon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand) (where you at yall?)
so take me home
(to my old school down in delray) (summer time)
cmon and take me home (delray)

mike p yall

southern rock for ya

rudeboy

oh lord dont let me get my girlfriends call
if she dont get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
and I still have to drop my crew off (but i'll be back)
now I'm alone and ontop of it all,
looking deep in the back of my mind (looking deep in the back of my mind)
I realised the key to a happy life
was right here wit me the whole time

[Chorus x2]
so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
cmon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand)
so take me home
(to my old school down in delray) (where you at?)
cmon and take me home

what up everybody I'm here chillin with samantha
"HI GUYS!"
and I bet you wondering how we like to do things around here
well we like to do 'em with family

were family, family
everyone of us is family
what would life be like without family
were family, family

well my name is joe and I flow like whoa
I steped on stage and I stole the show
mini c, she down with me,
but today I'm representin all family
save this song for years and years
guarantee on day it will bring you tears
cause you remember how things were back in the day
lets try to keep it this way

my name is mom and the mom the might (yea)
kickin that style that I know you'l like
im from detroit the city of boom (boom)
I used to send violent j to his room (whut?!)
when I bust this funky style
my money stacks up over miles
now I think i'll pass the mic
to another fresh MC I know you'l like

I gots mad love for everyone on this track
this rob rollin strong on a hoop attack
samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom
nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb
(hey don't forget about me in this roll call)
joe is my brother who is standing tall
together there as powerfull as my unity
and i've been blessed to have my family

I am samantha, i'm a MC
rappin with my family
love is the word I chose to use
I spread it around like it's the news
I do the booty shake everywhere I go
and I prove I can dance and also flow
if you have a problem with who I am
you can go and jump in lake michigan

nancys my name and I got much fame
cause my familys on the team
I flow as I go so act like ya know
or get slapped in the head without a ???
I do the booty shake with my daugther sam
cause she's the one with the master plan
I got much love for new york and back
don't question me cause that's a fact

my name is kris, as if you don't know
I ?? for a while with my crazy flow
I was born and raised in ramulous
that's where I first learned how to bust
this song is making history
cuz it's real, it's all about family
im quite I don't say much and I'm shy
any minute though I might sting your eye

were family, family
everyone of us is family
what would life be like without family
were family, family

yea, the bruce brothers will never die, thats right its all about family
i'll hax anyone that ever messed with my family

. . .


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