Lyrics Crop Circles - Insane Clown Posse

Crop Circles

The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadically the circles appear
Baffling all through the history of known man
Since fuckin with the mystery of stone hedge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers
Nobody knows what for sure
Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read them and I believe that I need them
I runnin through a wheat field, chasin a ghost that loves circles
Use it for portals and time holes
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people
At the crop circle, Ie come to know people
Under moon rays lighten up my new ways
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now wel pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
This ball of mud that we live on is alive
You try to wipe its mouth, it gonna wipe us out
I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night
Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights
Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse
And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic
I running through the moon lit fields
Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret
Its dancing, and I can catch up
And I almost ran head first into a truck
No compass will work, and I lookin for answers
Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards
Have I lost you, cause Ie lost me too
But if youe hiding in the crops I will come find you
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In England the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Complex designs drops seconds before dawn
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I layin in the crop circle countin my blessings
And my heart, tho, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose will bleed while youe sleepin
Don go near there, don dare, be ware
Unless your like us, and don care
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I glad I finally got you to the house
This is nice
Yeah, oh damn
I gotta check this message you know Ie been filln out applications
All around the city you know trying to get a job
Don worry about it baby
Il handle this
What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here
I need your fucking money
Oh, shit
Who the fuck was that