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Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Künstler:in
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
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Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
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Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
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To the beat, yall! Yes! This'll always sound good to me Rest in peace, MC Breed This sound hard and juggalos gonna jam to Get the record a second 'cause I plan to Hit the people like a scene of a amezement While they slip my graffiti on a pavement Grumble like I never do Shotgun pointed dead at you What are you gonna do? You listen to the knowledge of a sunset You wanna get high? We gonna touch the sky Throw a "Wicked Clown" up, we proclaim the name We don't show no shame, 'cause we across the lane I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest path They figure I'm a trigger-happy killer, so they step back Freeze! Because we's the coldest Who lasts the longest and who's the boldest? And in the game it's plain to see You listen to the sounds of Breed THROUGH THE I.C.P. You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop I never got caught with a kilo And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me, yo Always getting head 'cause I love the way it feeYol Leave the crowd bald 'cause it's the place that I be, yo Never have to worry 'bout my crew getting jumped And if I ever do, Legs Diamond pop the trunk We don't go for playin', unless you playin' with my balls When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin', not at all Cause I fuck 10 hoes a week boomin' at my peak 20 years on stage, but I still get geeked I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty And we all gettin' rowdy in a Hatchet Man -party Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (woof!) Big bad-guy from a four-leaf clover Hit yo bottom like a venomous cobra Sharpen my axe up and then I'm coming over You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop Joe B, R to the U-C-E and Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and Suckers causin' static, cause they still be disagreein' I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm from D-E-T-R-Oit A city where pity runs low If you ever shoot through my city, now you know Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide Juggalotus got hellfire, can't deny it Fuck the fake-weed, if it's legal, I don't buy it I ain't got time to fuck with these hoes Blow my fucking dingaling untill my dick 'xblodes That's the way I am, every ninja be different When we order Faygo 3 semis for a shipment If I was the president, then I would state facts And rule to fucking world with a solid-gold axe It ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop Stick my damn foot angle deep in yo colon When I go insane, no it ain't, no controllin' Put my name Shaggy on everything I own I once stole a jeep, put a gat up to his dome Shine it up good, kickin' through the neighborhood Carnival of Carnage creepin' out the Kenwood Quick to grip around it, and then I'll have it chopped Won't pass mad cops but I never got stopped Ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop Bring that shit, bring it I said fuck all the rules of the world Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law In my black truck I pass Bentleys Had my old crew turned to crack-headed fiends I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat Time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet) You got my back, and I got yours What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors Man There ain't no future in your frontin' Never was, cuz Yo, Mark, drop that, drop that
Writer(s): George Clinton, William Collins, Jerome Brailey, Roger Troutman, Dwight Myers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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