Insane Clown Posse lyrics
Insane Clown Posse lyrics
"Just Another Crazy Clique lyrics"
In The Flat Field lyrics
A gut pull drag on meInto the casm gaping weMirrors multy reflecting thisBetween spunk stained sheetAnd odourous whimCalme eye-flick-shudder withinAssist me to walk away in sinWhere is the string that Theseus laidFind me out this labyrinth place.I do get bored, I get boredIn the flat field.I get bored, I do get boredIn the flat fieldYin and yang lumber punchGo taste a tart, then eat my lunchAnd force my slender thin and leanIn this solemn place of fill wetting dreamsOf black matted lace of pregnant cowsAs life maps out o
A gut pull drag on meInto the casm gaping weMirrors multy reflecting thisBetween spunk stained sheetAnd odourous whimCalme eye-flick-shudder withinAssist me to walk away in sinWhere is the string that Theseus laidFind me out this labyrinth place.I do get bored, I get boredIn the flat field.I get bored, I do get boredIn the flat fieldYin and yang lumber punchGo taste a tart, then eat my lunchAnd force my slender thin and leanIn this solemn place of fill wetting dreamsOf black matted lace of pregnant cowsAs life maps out o
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, co
Lost Opinion lyrics
Hollow hands that twist and shape us. And timeless plans that mold then breaks us. It's a lost opinion in a jaded story. Will tomorrow's plans release our frozen doubt, When all the empty plans have left you fading out. It's a lost opinion in a jaded story. In our elements we drown, through the emptiness we've found. For a final look at the things we've took, It's the same shole. In our element we drown, through the emptiness we've found. For a final look at the things we've took, It's the same hole, it's the same hole, it's the same hole. Hollow hand
ver them hoes Hollow hands that twist and shape us. And timeless plans that mold then breaks us. It's a lost opinion in a jaded story. Will tomorrow's plans release our frozen doubt, When all the empty plans have left you fading out. It's a lost opinion in a jaded story. In our elements we drown, through the emptiness we've found. For a final look at the things we've took, It's the same shole. In our element we drown, through the emptiness we've found. For a final look at the things we've took, It's the same hole, it's the same hole, it's the same hole. Hollow hand
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 memor
Cally-Man lyrics
And some man live his life For profits alone That very same man He lives his life all alone And the road to life Yes it goes up and down Doesn't really matter As long as the music goes on Hey mister collie man Why don't you come round no more Hey mister collie collie man Don't you hear me troubled call Hey mister collie man Look i didn't come to disturb You best not be come 'round here Unless you've got me sensi herb I never needed any Reason for me to say Through all them troubled times Yes me love you a
y lapses And some man live his life For profits alone That very same man He lives his life all alone And the road to life Yes it goes up and down Doesn't really matter As long as the music goes on Hey mister collie man Why don't you come round no more Hey mister collie collie man Don't you hear me troubled call Hey mister collie man Look i didn't come to disturb You best not be come 'round here Unless you've got me sensi herb I never needed any Reason for me to say Through all them troubled times Yes me love you a
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 Fra
Higher Ground lyrics
Mmmhmmmm.. mmmmmm.. Ohh yea yea yea Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm I'm movin.. higher ground.. (Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now (Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground (MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of (Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground Obstacles and situations, people places and things I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won With my mind set on higher things These things have become my footstool I'm determined to reach my goal I need peace for my soul
nkenstein Mmmhmmmm.. mmmmmm.. Ohh yea yea yea Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm I'm movin.. higher ground.. (Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now (Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground (MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of (Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground Obstacles and situations, people places and things I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won With my mind set on higher things These things have become my footstool I'm determined to reach my goal I need peace for my soul
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
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close