Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Insomnia, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Date of issue: 30.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Insomnia |
| Shaggy the Airhead on the beat |
| «Oh my God» |
| «Oh no» |
| «When humans corrode» |
| «Fuck, man, you look so old» |
| «You sure you ain’t dead?» |
| «Seriously, you look bad» |
| Hey, I’m up in my bedroom studyin' doom |
| As the sun goes up and down like a yo-yo |
| Dope-sick bozo, toxic, loco |
| Pop six NoDoz, the clock ticks slow |
| Don’t wind it, or a dark demon will charge |
| Dislodge your skull like a spine broke |
| My plug he pulled it, my load exploded |
| Invoked a mind stroke |
| You know that my ears was blowin' out a blood red smoke |
| Rollin' off the ledge and down it float |
| Surrounded a meth head, astounded, cloaked |
| The fool inhaled it «Did it buzz him?» |
| Nope |
| His eyeballs popped out and got stuck down his throat |
| He choked, «Get behind me, do the Heimy» |
| I did him one better, the «never mind me» |
| And while he died, I did the «you can’t find me» |
| Seventeen thousand, six hundred and sixty-five |
| Now I’m countin' sheep |
| Jumpin' off a cliff, they each committin' suicide |
| They land in a bloody heap |
| I keep hearin' that flesh smack and that meat slap |
| Them bones snap, and that heap stack |
| I seen their feet tap, and that’s when, in fact |
| It dawned on me, «That beat’s fact» |
| But who’s that creep in a cheap-ass sheep suit? |
| Me? |
| Next for the monster leap |
| A dream, it’s likely, seems it might be |
| Thang is, I’m not asleep |
| Mr. Flintstone imports Cuban cigars |
| And yabadabbles in cocaine |
| His do-bot Barney got a fly hooker for a wife |
| Sweet Champagne Betty Jane |
| Now Barney’s hot ass as Betty’s |
| Pink peckerwoods, yeah they lead separate lives |
| But if you dickin' Champagne Betty at her crib |
| Barney watchin' yo ass, jackin' off close by |
| Thoughts in my head bleedin' out of my orifices |
| While I’m fuckin' fine ass twin porpuses |
| Is this a grisly clown bein' eaten by my teddy bear? |
| Of course it is |
| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep) |
| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep) |
| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin') |
| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why? |
| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep) |
| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep) |
| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin') |
| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why? |
| I’m assumin' you think I toss and turn |
| All day and night, but the fact is |
| Eight inches deep, my body outline pressed |
| Indented and print into my mattress |
| Layin' face down, my life revolves |
| Around the sounds of my neighbors' lives |
| Heard through the wall of my apartment |
| They fight, fuck, snore, fuck, snore, fuck, fight |
| But the other night wasn’t right, instead of «take it to the face» |
| I heard «get ready with the baby wipe» |
| Then I heard the door bust in |
| Three guys, shots, screams, I thought, «This is tight» |
| Cryin' all night, at dawn’s first light |
| Loud music, tryin' to drown and electric knife |
| Tape rip, bag zip, took a quick trip, tears drip |
| Slipped on a slipknot and rope gripped tight |
| Why can’t I sleep? |
| I’m so sleepy, whole planet’s sleepin' so easy |
| My brain is damaged completely, I’m creepin' (Come on) |
| Why can’t I sleep? |
| I’m so sleepy, whole planet’s sleepin' so easy |
| My brain is damaged completely, I’m creepin' |
| Miss Flintstone, Wilma goody two shoes |
| She love bakin' lots of cookies |
| Southern bell gone to hell, she learned how to make her pussy pop |
| And became the Octopussy |
| Gash flasher, known to pop paparazzi |
| For pussy pics, she’s followed around |
| Throw a ball from across the street |
| That neden will catch it, toss it up, and swallow it down |
| No slumber, in just under a month |
| Or a month and somethin' dumb |
| I wonder why my tongue went completely numb |
| Stiff and dry, so I bit it off, «Now I talk like this guy» |
| My mind morphed itself into a mangled muck ball |
| Clinging to theside of my skull |
| I’m tryin' to bash it with a hammer, fucker hidin' from me |
| Standin' right in front me, one of us gots to fall |
| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep) |
| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep) |
| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin') |
| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why? |
| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep) |
| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep) |
| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin') |
| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why? |
| Shaggy the Airhead on the beat |
| Am I dead? |
| How come I don’t feel pain? |
| I can’t believe this, I’ve got powerful wings |
| And I’m flyin', just like I’m in a dream |
| Could it, could this be what it seems? |
| Enter karma, casting colors so bright |
| I’m rechargin', fill my body with life |
| And I’m breathin', somehow breathin' bright light |
| I’m not burnin', I’m cool and feelin' just right |
| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| I’m so colorful I’m beamin' |
| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine |
| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| You should take my hand and beam in |
| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine |
| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| I’m so colorful I’m beamin' |
| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine |
| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| You should take my hand and beam in |
| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine |
| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| I’m so colorful I’m beamin' |
| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine |
| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| You should take my hand and beam in |
| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine |
| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| I’m so colorful I’m beamin' |
| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine |
| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin' |
| You should take my hand and beam in |
| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine |