Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Terror Wheel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.1994
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Out |
Out |
Only some of you won’t be waking up. |
Ahahahah. |
As for the rest of |
you, sit back, put on your PJs and nighties while the story entitled |
'Out'." |
What the fuck is up?! |
I’m in haughhh! |
And Violent J is finna tell a story |
So sit your ass down |
Shut the fuck up |
And get stoned, motherfucker |
Well, I’m waking up so early, cuz I knew this day would come |
My daddy’s passed out with an empty bottle of rum |
Although she’s been gone long, I do not miss my mother |
And he’s a sorry fuck, so there’s nothing in the cupboard |
My little brother’s starving, hungry and sick |
Cuz ain’t nobody coming by the house giving free shit |
So we gettin' kinda skinny and my brother’s almost dead |
Got no other chose but for milk and bread |
Stepped out the house for the first time in two years |
Cuz my neighbor hood, it ain’t really good |
Lay up in my bedroom night after night |
I hear screams, zombies shooting and looting |
But now here I am and I’m walking down Jefferson |
With a bag of money back, I don’t understand |
How the world can be full of so many evil doers |
I can hear em underneath me in the sewers |
Keep seeing shit out the corner of my eyes |
Steady looking over my back, I didn’t realize |
Where I was goin, I didn’t wanna bother anybody |
Accidentally stepped on a dead body |
«Hey motherfucker, watch where the fuck you’re goin |
I might be dead, but I’ll kick your ass» |
So I apologized but he still had to talk shit |
So I stepped over his face and kept walking |
And this is the part of my story that gets really scary |
Had to walk alone down Military |
I can see the crackheads hiding in the trees |
Looking for some change, looking for some brains |
Everything seemed to quiet as I walked down the block |
Until I got hit with a |
rock… |
Can’t really tell I musta been out for quite a while |
Cuz when I woke up my nanny coat was outta style |
And the crackheads took my money backs in a dash |
And ripped off my arm in the process |
But fuck that shit, I still gots another hand |
So I can still get the shit for my little man |
And I’m a walk with my nuts hanging out |
I ain’t scared, but this is where it gets weird |
Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals |
They have strange affects on the animals |
In my neighborhood, and some get a lot bigger |
Like the giant rat that jumped on my back |
I’m running like a maniac all through the ghetto zone |
And it’s steady taking bites out my nug bone |
Wrestlin around, found his tail, so I straight bit it |
Then it ripped off my leg and broke with it |
Tried to catch up, but I couldn’t move quick enough |
This little trip to the store straight fucking me up |
But that’s okay, cuz the store’s straight down the block |
…So I hop |
And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky |
I see the vultures waiting on me to die |
But I made it to the store so fuck all you hoes |
Be bout the sign. |
hmm, closed |
Picked up a mailbox, threw it threw the wall |
Cuz I’m a get my shit so fuck all y’all |
Took a loaf of bread and a carton of the shelf |
Even took a Faygo, two-liter for myself |
Walked out the store like a G that’s when I heard |
The click-click sound of a boss bird |
The store owner he didn’t like a be-anee |
That’s why he didn’t see a problem with buckin me |
Blew my motherfucking head off my shoulders |
Didn’t say nothing, get buck buckin |
But I got say, I made it home in a heart beat |
Nobody fucks with a head rollin down the street |
Now I think about it, I was full man leaving out |
Now I’m a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth |
Bouncing up the stair, I knock on the door with my chin |
Eh, yo, little man, won’t ya let me in |
You best believe it was good to see my little brother |
«Eh, you forgot the milk, you dumb motherfucker!» |
Locked the door behind me cuz I’m back on route |
Back to the store… and I’m out |