Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jacob's Word, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Jacob's Word |
I hear voices, one voice in paticular |
It comes into my mind, perpendicular |
Rectangular, it's a. |
strangular |
He’s like some kind of mental fuckin’mangular…i dunno |
He tells me to punch Esham and Shaggs |
So I punch’em, I even call Twiztid fags |
They get mad, slap me and smear my makeup |
I’ve named this evil voice, named him Jacob |
Jacob tells me climb the ladder and jump off |
Head first on the street, don’t worry, it’s soft |
So I jump, thump, i’m on a gurney |
Jacob laughs at me your so fuckin’nerdy |
Fuck him, I hate him, I can’t escape him! |
I finally get alone, he calls me on the telephone |
Brrb is Violent J there? |
here hey it’s Jacob! |
I want you to piss in your underware, ok bud? |
Sure, i’m pissin’now, it fuckin’tickles |
Jacobs dissin’again, I hear his giggles |
After I cut all my fingers of for that mother fucker |
I’ve finally had enough |
Go see a doctor, Doc, hello |
Hi, have a seat, let’s see umm… what is it. |
Joe? |
Yeah, Joe Bruce, my friends call my Chucky Chucky? |
Either that or Bucky, Fuck Me! |
I’m sorry Doc, it’s Jacob again, my name’s J Tell me J, who’s this Jacob anyway? |
I fucking want him dead, it’s a voice in my head |
I gotta lotta voices, but this one’s mislead |
He tells me to drink toilet water an shit |
Do you do it? |
No. YES! |
I can’t help it though, I can’t stop it |
J.what I want you to do is drop it Drop what? |
Your feelings of denial |
I mean your an asshole, let’s face it, Jacob, he’s got style yea |
You should do… exactly what he tells you |
Even stab myslef? |
yea, hells yea |
Fuck man are you sure Doc? |
sincerly |
Now on your way out, pay my fuckin’secretary |
Wow, $ 300 bucks and i’m cured, it’s obsurd |
All I gotta do is wait for the word |
Now I aint heard from ol’Jacob in a while |
I’m at home jerkin’my dick off to Gilligains Isle when Bang! |
He popped in J, what’s up homie? |
where you been Jacob, dawg it’s been lonely |
Doc say’s I should roll wit’you, let’s do this |
Alright, well let’s start off with a glass of your own piss! |
wit’ice? |
No ice!(slup sound) nice. |
Finsih up the whole glass, and repeat it twice! |
All done Let’s go, put your shoes on! |
where we goin’homie? |
To the graveyard! |
what? |
I want you to dig up a girlfreind |
Dig up a dead body? |
I won’t say it again! |
You heard what the doctor said, fuckin'do it! |
Well fuck it, hand me my shovel and bucket |
I dug the bitch, literally, I dug her |
Her skin smelled like burnt rubber, I fuckin’love her |
Took her corpse home, sat it on the couch |
Jacob said Now put her foot in your mouth! |
So I did and her toes smelled like fish chunks |
That’s been sitting out in the… sun for a couple a months |
I didn’t care though because Jacob told me to It’s one more little thing that I want you to do (what's that?) |
Lay down in the street and trip a semi wit’chya neck |
Trip a Semi-tru…bet! |
There I was, i’m movin off. |
just waitin |
Ready to get rolled on like a Dayton |
Here it comes, I stuck my fuckin’head out |
Like this Jacob! |
Yea, Pow! |
Boom, i’m in critical, I got minutes left |
And I’m fightin’with death! |
Why did the doctor tell me to listen to him? |
I’m lay’d up 'bout to die, screw him! |
Pick up the phone, Brrb! |
Hello? |
Hi is me J, that one fat goofy weirdo |
Yea listen, i’m about to die, why’d you tell me to follow his word? |
Cuz’he’s a DarkMega, and your a nerd |
Well I hear you on that much ok. |
but |
What kinda fuckin’doctor are you anyway? |
I mean your tellin’me i’m nothing but a scrub |
I thought you knew homie, this is doctor Jacob! |
Ohh I get it, everybody have a laugh |
I’m nothing but a sick, Homogetic mentalpath |
I died right then and there I was never cured |
I lived a shitty life all thanks to Jacobs word |
That Mother… What?! |
I didn’t say nothing Bullshit bitch! |
I didn’t say anything! |
How you gonna tell me? |
I’m in your head bitch! |
I was gonna compliment you! |
But I hear everything! |
Well get outta my fuckin’head! |
Fuck!, you heard what I just said! |
Get outta my… fuckin'…head!.. aight? |
My… fucking. |
head that’s right, my head too, my head too! |
You have got your own fuckin’head! |
I’m not… running around in your fucking brain! |
'Cuz I aint got one bitch! |
Fuck you! |
Eat your leg! |
I’m sorry. |
Eat you leg! |
I’m sorry, not my leg |
Eat it bitch! |
Leave my leg alone Eat it! |