| We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase
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| Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face
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| With a drip, drip, drip it’s blood on the strip
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| Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
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| Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
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| You see your own head roll off the table and fall
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| See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck
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| And one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck
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| Play my song, gimme something i can lean on Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
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| Play my song, gimme something i can lean on Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
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| Bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
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| Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack
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| With a swing, swing, swing your throat’s whistlin
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| The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings
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| It’s the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
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| And splatter every crack till your whole head flat
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| Beat the jab, jab, jab i’ll punch you in your flab
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| Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs
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| Play my song, gimme something i can lean on Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
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| Play my song, gimme something i can lean on Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
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| Bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
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| (murder… death… war…)
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| Everyone of us gotta have murder and death
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| To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
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| Whether it’s tasteful of disgraceful
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| Shit, as long as everybody get’s a face full
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| Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killin
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| But everybody needs they murderous thrillins
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| Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree
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| Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be Play my song, gimme something i can lean on Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
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| Play my song, gimme something i can lean on Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
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| Bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
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| Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play My Song , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album The Tempest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп