| First I was born young and healthy
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| I told my mother one day I’d be wealthy
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| Can’t forget my first day at school
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| Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it’s cool
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| Get my education
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| A job and a family, a good reputation
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| And what about grade two?
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| Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through
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| But I’m packing a textbook
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| Don’t fuck with me cuz I’m going to grade three
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| Thank god it’s lunch in a minute
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| Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it cut my tongue off
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| But I know how to multiply so what’s up, boss
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| Finally had to step out
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| I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
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| Who knows where the road led?
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| Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
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| So I’m like fuck that
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| Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
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| And I’m straighter than a fucking lightpost
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| I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
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| Now I’m a basehead down on my luck
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| Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
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| And thrown about a block
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| But I’m thinking nothing but gimme a rock
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| Holding my sign I’ll work for crack
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| With my old-ass E.T. |
| shirt on my back
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| And I’m sleeping in the gutter
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| Right next to Jam Town’s mother
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| I’m eating dead rats in the street
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| I keep on checking for my ownheart beat
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| Now I’m weighing at a buck-o-five
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| Twitchy little neck and I’m barely alive
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| Got my first taste of life in hell
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| I ate a dead, shh, but don’t tell
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| Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
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| I’ll cut your face off and eat your brains
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| You know all about me You act like you ain’t seen penatentiary
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| Spitting and cussing and you know I’ll piss
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| With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
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| And I’m heading for the slammer
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| Serial killer, all on the camera
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| First day, they broke my back
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| Next day, they broke my neck
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| Third day, they broke my leg
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| Fourth day, they broke my head
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| Swallowing kept on trucking
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| But there’ll be no fucking
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| That’s strictly for the soft
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| Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
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| So I’m finna escape
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| How much shit can one clubno take?
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| Stop, fool. |
| Stop or I’ll fire
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| Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
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| I’m all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut
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| You don’t love me, I really don’t care
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| Tie my ass up in the electric chair
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| I got no family, I got no friends
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| I pray to God that my life ends
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| They thought that they had killed me They took me to the morgue
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| I’m just a little stiff that’s all, like a board
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| I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
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| But then I jump out knife swinging all about
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| And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill
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| I used to wonder what life’s about
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| Until it chewed me up and spit me out
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| Your ghetto created a psycho nut
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| Not just psycho psycho nut
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| Now I’m living in the walls of your house
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| And I’ll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
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| I’m packing a sickle I’m on your roof and I’m playing the fiddle
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| You want me in a straight jacket
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| Cuz when I see a throat, I’m a hack it Where I’m at? |
| What’s my name?
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| Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
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| And it ripped my legs off
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| Huh, nothing but a minor coft
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| You can’t get me I swing from a tree
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| Shouting and cussing and shooting at me Everybody’s end make two cents
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| A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence
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| I’m stuck and they’re coming to get me Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
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| I’m stuffing them back in Fuck! |
| They won’t go back in Now my life’s gettin’dense
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| Cuz my heart’s still beating on a wooden fence
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| They shoot me up and down
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| Thinking thinking thinking clown
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| Wicked wicked wicked clown
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| You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Had It Made , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Carnival Of Carnage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп