Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Headless Boogie, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Riddle Box 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zomba
Song language: English
Headless Boogie |
Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks |
The nooks the crannys it hit me smack! |
It’s filling up my head — I gotta get it out |
I got me a plan to get the shit out |
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up |
Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear-fuck! |
Lord oh please what’s happening to me?- |
It’s the poisonous air from the smokestacks G |
Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain |
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane |
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I’m always bucking with all the time |
Cuz he’s my motherfucking enemy number 1 |
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs |
The shit you call air, but I call it death |
Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath |
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold |
Got droul on my lips and my body’s getting cold |
Don’t know what to do so now I start to panic |
But it’s too late, I’m dead the smog got me fucked! |
It’s another cloudy day, it’s raining, but not water |
It’s raining oil out the sky I think I oughta |
Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick |
I can’t move, I think I broke my fucking neck |
It’s no surprise, I’m laying there paralized |
Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us |
The clouds form a Devil’s face, it must be a mirror image of the human race |
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog |
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog |
The air is calm, the streets are so still |
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill |
Broken neck, I’m chillin' cuz I’m a gonner |
I can see the smog creepin' around the corner |
I lay still and hope it doesn’t notice me |
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G! |
Looking up just to see his deadly jaws |
I think, I think, I think I shit my draws |
But its ok, the smog left me alone |
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone |
And come crashing down over Del Ray |
One even landed on your homeboy Violent J |
And I’m dead, crushed me in a split second |
So if I’m dead then what the fuck I’m doin' on this record? |
What you gonna do? |
When it comes for you? |
~Thoughts in my head of a clown~ |
Thoughts in my head |
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks |
Untill his neighbors complain about the smell |
Didn’t he have anybody to know he was dead? |
Thoughts in my head |
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill himself |
Before he actually killed someone else |
Was that good? |
Thoughts in my head |
Of an ocean of blood |
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves |
Tidal waves that paint the town red |
Everybody’s dead |
Thoughts in my head |
Of mothers and fathers who look at me |
And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes |
And it’s cold |
And children are nothing but them in the future |
Accept it |
Thoughts in my head |
Of a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headed |
Because of a disease she caught from the air |
The air that we breathe |
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up! |
Thoughts in my head |
Of people wanna kill me |
But you can’t kill me |
Cuz if you kill me, I’ll be back to kill you |
Done it before, do it again |
Thougths in my head |
Of a 16 year old little fucking punk |
Sitting in his classroom |
Drawing a gang sign on a folder |
In his Burmingham Hills |
Well fuck what you know about love |
Thoughts in my head |
Of people despise me and hate me and don’t know me |
I hate you too |
So it’s all good, it’s all good |
Thoughts in my head |
Of a society that is so fucked up and so evil |
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at |
But it’s not gonna be funny |
They’ll be laughing |
When the bombs drop and the town is red |
Thoughts in my head of a clown |