Insane Clown Posse "17 Dead" |
"Why must my visions be so clear? The truth? The truth, I've got work to do." 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 muthafucking nuts hang? But do you care? I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't nowhere And what about the time I got fucked? When I got shot in the throat...fucking sucked But your news wasn't on it You could give a fuck less Never the less Unless Something happened in your suburb I'ma cut your daddy's neck, you little fucking nerd I don't give a fuck where you're from boy So don't tell me cause 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, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead? Seventeen dead, anybody yo Seventeen dead, anybody yo Seventeen dead, anybody yo 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 Cause somehow, there's another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass I'ma 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 hoe? I like to drink Faygo, out in front of Scotty's But then one by one, my homeboys turned into dead bodies But I'm straight with that Just don't be leaving your guts in my car and shit "Yo, 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 got a death wish, man I'm gonna swim in they blood shed Just to justify...the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead? Seventeen dead, anybody yo Seventeen dead, anybody yo Seventeen dead, anybody yo 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 the neighborhood and shit you know? But they don't be fucking with you. They just lay there dead and shit. I mean they tasted kinda straight, with a little mustard, man. Yeah..." 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 Looking at you makes me go batty Muthafucka, don't be nothing like your daddy Cause he's nothing but a redneck hoe Him and his kind created this ghetto They can't deal with they own creation Move out further, 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 fucking 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 meet 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 Cause I'ma cut ya ass up...for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo I'ma cut your ass up man for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo I'ma chop your ass up man for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo I'll chop you, I'll slice you seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo Seventeen dead, anybody, yo.... Yeah...yeah...yeah... Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack And stomp my boots on your nut sac Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house Ya don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on the nutty clown I got boys downriver, straight Inktown Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailer 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 Cause 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 her one titty Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |