| Insane Clown Posse!
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| ICP! |
| about to take you way back! |
| way back that is, to Vernor!
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| Posse, yeah!
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| Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
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| In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
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| Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
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| If you ain’t psychopathic ryda boy you cannot dump (bump)
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| Everybody’s lookin' if you jealous turn around
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| Fuckin' with them leathers got us hoppin' off the ground
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| We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
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| The alpines bumpin' but I need the volume higher
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| 'Cause the 808 kick drum make you want to get some
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| I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
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| Every time we rollin' Twiztid’s gotta roll a joint
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| I almost died from inhalation comin' back from Cedar’s Point
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| Hookers and zombies in every direction
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| Lookin' for the wavin' for some action
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| The wagons kinda crowded though
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| Jamie tryin' to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
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| Rude Boy wasn’t lookin', we hit a crack head
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| Flippin' off the windshield, the motherfucker’s dead
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| Zombie cut in half, look out of regret
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| Insane Clown Posse rippin' up shit
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| Woo! |
| Woo!
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| Psychopathic Sodiers Roll
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| The posses’s on Vernor! |
| (Yeah, come on)
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| Down riverside that’s how we ride
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (ICP!)
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| Runnin' down baseheads, seven more scored
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| Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
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| Jumpsteady’s dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla
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| My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
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| Billy’s on the left side coughin' helly
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| Leavin' haters lady crawlin' pickin' up they teeth
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| Tom Dub is the skinny guy
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| People think he’s funny
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| But he didn’t even know tonight he comin' back bloody
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| Cruisin' Del Ray boy these streets is cold
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| Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled
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| Rippin' Michigan we saw thugs
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| Me muggin' hoes shoppin'
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| Distributin' drugs
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| Hittin' 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped
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| Squeekin and we
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| But the wagon don’t stop
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| Michigan
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| Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a Verner
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| It’s time to get wrecked
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| Junky on the corner, need a box of shoots
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| With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
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| The closer that we get, the clearer it became
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| It was Kid Rock yellin' «What's my Name!?»
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| Toxic Sludge Warrior
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| The posse’s on Vernor!(Yeah, Come on)
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| Back down to Southwest
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (What you got?)
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| Now cruisin' down Verner
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| My wheels spin slow
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| Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go
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| Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride
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| We tried to pick 'em up
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| But we had no room inside
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| We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hoods
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| Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
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| Our crew is gettin' bigger, and there’s way to many freaks
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| The muffler’s draggin' and the tailpipes weak
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| Now these hoes are gettin' hungry
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| Monoxide’s treatin'
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| We stopped at Xochimilco for some Mexican eatin'
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| The restaurant was closed, this ho was like «Damn it.»
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| She said «Go back the other way we’ll stop and eat at Seven.»
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| Now I finally see the place, it’s a little run down
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| But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
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| Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
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| After midnight though the place is bad news
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| And didn’t even
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| This ho from another crew she picked it up and used it
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| Her boyfriend’s trippin' and jumpin' on her case
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| My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
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| We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl
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| If ya don’t have a game, then. |
| leave our world
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| Ain’t nothin' to discuss, the bitch slept with us
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| She fucked everybody now I hard she lives with Russ
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| Now I’m runnin' with a hatchet, and you walkin' with some dudes
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| The Psychopathic Family is givin' you the blues
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| Hate us all you want, 'cause we don’t get upset
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| Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! |
| (Come on)
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| Psychopathic holdin it down for Southwest
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Yeah! Whut!)
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| Dumpin dead bodies behind the Del Ray Café
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Southwest buddy!)
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| Fuckin bitches on the grass on in Paton
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (ICP!)
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| Forks up, forks down, forks all the way down
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Yeah! Come on!)
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| Killas, stalkers, outline body chalks
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
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| Turn you right back right around
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Wicked Clowns!)
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| Cars
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Yeah! Come on!)
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| Inner City Posse’s still alive, bitch!
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| The posse’s on Vernor! |
| (Southwest! Southwest!) |