Lyrics Out - Insane Clown Posse

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