| It was like March, April
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| Fuckin Libra
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| Taurus, born in 1775
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| I’m like 300 and somethin, but I’m still alive
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| I used to hang with the original Billy the kid
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| You probably think I’m only playin but, I did
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| My daddies were a 2 headed freak show
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| Mamma a fortune tella, Esmerel’a Zella
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| Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board
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| And I was born the next day
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| Violent J
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| When I was 14 I tripped on the train track
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| And I was crushed right there, on the steel rack
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| I’m out cold, they though it would fuck me up
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| I got up and itched my butt, and I’m like, what?
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| Everybody tripped and called me the clown
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| devil boy child of the Witch heifer
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| Whatever
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| Tied me up burned me and threw stones
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| Had a few scrapes and cuts
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| Smokey Nuts
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| After that they started bowin and shit
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| Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get
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| I said get off my dick I ain’t a savior
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| I’m what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava
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| 4 simple things in this bitch before I die
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| I want a rusty ax
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| I wanna know voodoo
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| A fat bitch named Bridget
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| And a little sip of Faygo to
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| Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
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| I will neva DIE!
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| 50 years passed all my homies are old ass fucks
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| I ain’t even got hair on my nuts
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| I left the village in the search of my ends, I wrestled Alligators
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| Battled terminators
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| Nothin ever killed me, nothin could harm me
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| I fought in the civil war, Yankees army
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| I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10
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| Man they didn’t even have that shit back then
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| How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
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| Well at least make this shit sound real man damn!
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| I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern
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| Steady takin cannon balls
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| To the balls
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| The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
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| Until this fool tried to horse jack
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| He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
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| Didn’t even smear the makeup
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| I took his gun a put a divit in his neck
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| The sherriff didn’t like it
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| I got indicted
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| 87 long years in the state pen
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| Till they finally forgot why they put me in
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| They had to let me go, can’t hold me on nothin
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| On they way out they like «Yo ain’t you
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| like a houndred and somethin?»
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| I’m said Yeah thats right, and I ain’t gonna
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| die till I get my shit motha fucka!
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| I want a rusty ax
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| I wanna know voodoo
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| A fat bitch named Bridget
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| Just a little sip or two
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| Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
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| I will neva DIE!
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| I slept under bridges, lived in a valley
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| Climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
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| More years passed and I still ain’t died
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| Now I’m in Detroit on the Southwest Side
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| My homie has an Impala blue '67
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| Last night we hit the road pushin 111
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| I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most
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| And let my nugget ping off a light post
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| hahahaha hell yeah cuz, yeah it hurts a
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| little bit but then ya gotta straight bust
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| The world hates me cuz of shit like this
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| They always try and kill me but, MISS
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| I know it’s odd cuz my face is forever painted
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| When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
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| My tongues a little long I choke people with it
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| Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it
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| And I told ya my neck can strech for miles
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| I sorta look like somethin from the X-Files
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| People wanna see me die for then a little bit
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| But I’m a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT
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| And I ain’t gonna die till I get it!
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| I want a rusty ax
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| I wanna know voodoo
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| A fat bitch named Bridget
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| I said Faygo FUCK Mountain Dew
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| Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
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| I will neva Die!
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| Die (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Want My Sh*t , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Jugganauts - The Best Of ICP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп