Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Posse On Verner, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Posse On Verner |
Insane Clown Posse! |
ICP! |
about to take you way back! |
way back that is, to Vernor! |
Posse, yeah! |
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home |
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome |
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one |
If you ain’t psychopathic ryda boy you cannot dump (bump) |
Everybody’s lookin' if you jealous turn around |
Fuckin' with them leathers got us hoppin' off the ground |
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires |
The alpines bumpin' but I need the volume higher |
'Cause the 808 kick drum make you want to get some |
I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them |
Every time we rollin' Twiztid’s gotta roll a joint |
I almost died from inhalation comin' back from Cedar’s Point |
Hookers and zombies in every direction |
Lookin' for the wavin' for some action |
The wagons kinda crowded though |
Jamie tryin' to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap |
Rude Boy wasn’t lookin', we hit a crack head |
Flippin' off the windshield, the motherfucker’s dead |
Zombie cut in half, look out of regret |
Insane Clown Posse rippin' up shit |
Woo! |
Woo! |
Psychopathic Sodiers Roll |
The posses’s on Vernor! |
(Yeah, come on) |
Down riverside that’s how we ride |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(ICP!) |
Runnin' down baseheads, seven more scored |
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored |
Jumpsteady’s dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla |
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa |
Billy’s on the left side coughin' helly |
Leavin' haters lady crawlin' pickin' up they teeth |
Tom Dub is the skinny guy |
People think he’s funny |
But he didn’t even know tonight he comin' back bloody |
Cruisin' Del Ray boy these streets is cold |
Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled |
Rippin' Michigan we saw thugs |
Me muggin' hoes shoppin' |
Distributin' drugs |
Hittin' 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped |
Squeekin and we |
But the wagon don’t stop |
Michigan |
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a Verner |
It’s time to get wrecked |
Junky on the corner, need a box of shoots |
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots |
The closer that we get, the clearer it became |
It was Kid Rock yellin' «What's my Name!?» |
Toxic Sludge Warrior |
The posse’s on Vernor!(Yeah, Come on) |
Back down to Southwest |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(What you got?) |
Now cruisin' down Verner |
My wheels spin slow |
Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go |
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride |
We tried to pick 'em up |
But we had no room inside |
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hoods |
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood |
Our crew is gettin' bigger, and there’s way to many freaks |
The muffler’s draggin' and the tailpipes weak |
Now these hoes are gettin' hungry |
Monoxide’s treatin' |
We stopped at Xochimilco for some Mexican eatin' |
The restaurant was closed, this ho was like «Damn it.» |
She said «Go back the other way we’ll stop and eat at Seven.» |
Now I finally see the place, it’s a little run down |
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town |
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose |
After midnight though the place is bad news |
And didn’t even |
This ho from another crew she picked it up and used it |
Her boyfriend’s trippin' and jumpin' on her case |
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face |
We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl |
If ya don’t have a game, then. |
leave our world |
Ain’t nothin' to discuss, the bitch slept with us |
She fucked everybody now I hard she lives with Russ |
Now I’m runnin' with a hatchet, and you walkin' with some dudes |
The Psychopathic Family is givin' you the blues |
Hate us all you want, 'cause we don’t get upset |
Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! |
(Come on) |
Psychopathic holdin it down for Southwest |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Yeah! Whut!) |
Dumpin dead bodies behind the Del Ray Café |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Southwest buddy!) |
Fuckin bitches on the grass on in Paton |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(ICP!) |
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way down |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Yeah! Come on!) |
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalks |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Turn you right back right around |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Wicked Clowns!) |
Cars |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Yeah! Come on!) |
Inner City Posse’s still alive, bitch! |
The posse’s on Vernor! |
(Southwest! Southwest!) |