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Insane Clown Posse
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| Pass Me By
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"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare to the mansions above. Wont that be something when you go
to live in your own mansion? Therell be no concern about paying for it,
its already taken care of. Therell be no worry about veing moved out
of it. It will be yours forever."
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot
And Im sittin in a 64 Reinkeys
With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
I look around I cant believe that its possible
Im dead, and I made it to the carnival
I walk in, its everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they momma got clown luv
Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto Gs. (woowoo)
Hangin out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of always givin each other piledrivers
I see my old homey, he died in a drag
Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
I tried to hit it, but couldnt even fuck with it
And to think, I always been afraid to die
But I aint never goin back to wonder why.
[Chorus (2x)]
We all gonna die, but Im not gonna fry
Even though most never try
Im not gonna let this pass me bye, no
[Violent J]
I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
Next thing ya know, Im chillin at the big top
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
No water, its Faygo on tap
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
Cuz I can, cuz Im phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks around with her titties hanging out
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)
Im headed up to the show, Im gonna see
Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt
Theres no fights, its a perfect match
Hillbillies in the crowd tryin to cabbage patch
And to think, Ive always been afraid to die
But I aint never goin back to wonder why.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Violent J]
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way
And a roman candle stickin in your butthole
Thats where the greedy skank motherfuckers go
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
This is all hell now, we livin in it
But this bullshitll be over in a minute
Then its off to the Faygos and neden hoes
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)
[Violent J]
And while you sit around cryin for your dead friend
Hes chillin up there, paid, getting mad ends
Hes probably there tryin to figure out why youre sad
Hes on the beach gettin fat, you got it bad
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And for those who aint down for the next man
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can
And any chicken talkin shit, lemme tell ya something
Hold a lighter to your balls, and youll see whats coming
[Chorus (2x)]
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
to the mansions above. Wont that be something when you go to live
in your own mansion? Therell be no concern about paying for it,
its already taken care of. Therell be no worry about veing moved out
of it. It will be yours forever."
[Chorus (10x)] |
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19.Jan.2002 11:01:08 |
Letzer Aufruf |
01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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