Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rosemary, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Calm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.05.2005
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Rosemary |
LET ME IN THIS BITCH! |
LET ME GET SOME CHANGE THEN! |
MAN FUCK THIS DRESS CODE, BITCH! |
I CAN DANCE MOTHERFUCKER! |
I CAN DANCE! |
I’m on crack, walkin' alleyways downtown |
People drop change so I’m checkin the ground |
Behind the nightclub, I can hear the bump outside |
I hear em laughin' and drinkin' and dancin', gettin' live |
And I’m lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent |
I don’t know where my meds went, they been spent |
And I’m bent, I don’t remember yesterday at all |
I’m barkin' at the moon as I’m pissin' on the wall |
People grippin' new cars, checkin' out a few bars |
They see me comin', side step a few yards |
I’m like a bad man, holdin' out my crusty ass hand |
Scoldin' an imaginary friend |
I’m scary and I’m blackin out, just about to lose all hope |
I was peerin' through the window of a nightclub scopin' |
And there she was, everything I planned for |
On the spotlight on the dance floor, gravitatin' |
She kept her rhythm, her feet to the floor |
She dipped down, she did the twirl and she shook it some more |
She’s groovy. |
She made me happy, I tried to refrain |
I walk on but then I run right back, I’m at it again |
She’s callin'. |
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle |
Carjacked a minivan and punched full throttle |
Right back to the spot then I waited to get her |
But when she came out, she had a bitch boy wit her |
No problem, hit the pipe and follow em home |
And my imaginary friend gon' have to leave me alone |
Cause it’s really goin' down, I feel it pullin' me down |
Knowin' I’m a wicked clown, I gotta throw it down |
She pulled in, her and her fuck ass strolled in |
I hit the pipe again and hop out the stolen |
Jumpin' through backyards, clumsy and trippin' |
It don’t matter when your goal is a throat slittin' |
And the way she danced lit flames |
Burnin' me alive out here, quit playin' games |
I’m on the side of her house, lookin' in through the back den |
And there she was again wit him, dancin' |
She kept her rhythm, her feet to the floor |
She dipped down, she did the twirl and she shook it some more |
She’s groovy. |
She made me happy, I tried to refrain |
I walk on but then I run right back, I’m at it again |
She’s callin'. |
I walked right in through the front door unlocked |
No gun cocked, cinder block |
Clown paint, I came here to dance boogie |
Mhm Ahh, and maybe tap a little nookie |
I’m creepin', music bumpin' in the back |
I’m down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack |
And here come the punk fuck to get champagne |
I take the rock and pop him wit the damn thing |
Hit him in the back of the head |
He dropped the wine, but I caught it in time |
I had to take his life wit a steak knife |
I washed it and put it back, I’m keepin' the place nice |
I’m comin' bitch, you want to olive or somethin'? |
I’m fuckin' straight up the streets but I’m down wit some frontin' |
I want to tango… but instead |
I’m still outside the club and it’s all in my head |
She kept her rhythm, her feet to the floor |
She dipped down, she did the twirl and she shook it some more |
She’s groovy. |
She made me happy, I tried to refrain |
I walk home but then I run right back, I’m at it again |
She’s callin'. |