| Got another funky rhyme
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| Another funky, funky rhyme
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| Got another funky rhyme
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| Another funky rhyme
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| Another funky, funky rhyme
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| Aw shit, man, that’s the ICP!!!
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| This is my jam!!!
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| I’m on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
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| Aw, shit!
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| Well, they let the gate up so I bail
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| It’s been six months pick me up from the county jail
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| With a smog mother payin’my dues
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| Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
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| But I ain’t naggin'
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| Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'
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| 8 men in the car long
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| And the Faygo is almost gone
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| My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
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| So my homeboy’s cousin set me up with a blind date
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| She said Pick me up at three
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| Can’t bitch, the bus don’t ride your street, ho We gonna eat at Mexican Village
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| Take a cab and I’ll pay the tab
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| And when she showed, well, I’ll be damned
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| Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
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| Have her pay him and for dinner too
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| The knot in my sock, it done bit you
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| She’s all prettied up for nothing
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| I’m smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
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| And I’m chewing on my food like a pitbull
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| Cuz I won’t front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
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| And just sucked it all up threw my missin’tooth
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| The bitch jumped up with a boom
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| I have to fix my hair and broke to the bathroom
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| She’s got the tab, so I go for mine
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| And order up some '52 vintage wine
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| Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin’steak with that
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| Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
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| She’s back now and her hair ain’t fixed
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| Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
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| I ain’t saying nothing though
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| I ain’t saying nothing bout the funkin’ho
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| What’s up bitch, I’m ready to break
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| How long can one fat bitch take?
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| Quite snacking and pay me saps
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| Cuz we goin’home to meet her pops
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| So Joe, what is that you do for a living?
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| Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on Verner and Springwell. |
| Matter fact, I think I sold
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| to that fat bitch in the kitchen
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| Your dad’s really cool sweetheart
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| I mean him letting me use his car
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| And he slipped me a fifty
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| Violent J is kinda nifty
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| If I’d a hit you’d be home through
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| But now your coming home with me Dad I gotta bitch in the bedroom
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| Take your ass to the bar and don’t come home soon
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| Now the juggla’s known to smack hoes
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| But I need the shot too
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| So I switch to the mack mode
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| Now woman, you know I love you
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| So why don’t you just let me fuck you
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| Now bitch, I know you’s a freak
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| So let me get a little kiss on your cheek
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| And a fuck to go with that
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| Come on, nympho, let me hit that
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| Tell ya what you let me stick it And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya Ya little sewer skank
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| Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho And that was that
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| A little smooth talking she was on her back
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| And I’m finally sticking
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| Dump ya, and I’m eating my chicken
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| You’ll never guess what
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| My first day out and I caught my nut
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| First day out and I caught my nut |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song First Day Out , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Carnival Of Carnage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп