| «This here is the story of an unfortunate piece of shit
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| By the name of Shugston Brooks
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| Born 1959, died 2004
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| Over some bullshit he heard from a friend»
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| I’ve lived the good life, though I’ve beat my wife for years
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| She don’t listen to the man, I simply bring her to tears
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| See I believe in keeping order, in front of my daughters
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| And their little brother, shit I put the boots to they mother
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| After I calm down, I might apologize
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| Put some ice on her eyes and we think up some lies
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| To tell the rest, cover up the bruise on her breast
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| Then she do me up a plate of hot food on my chest, yes
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| Often my drinkin', leads me to overthinkin'
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| Screaming in her face, breath liquorly stinkin'
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| This time though, I beat her ass something ferocious
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| A friend told me something left me feeling explosive
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| He said he thought he’d seen her at Bennigan’s with another
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| She cried, «I told you three times, I had lunch with my brother!»
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| I wasn’t sure, plus I’m buzzing, so I dealt a skull fracture
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| And for the first time she called the police, I got captured!
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| «I don’t believe it, she actually called the cops
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| I got booked, sentenced, all of that
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| After fifteen years of our love, she called 'em
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| She’s going down for this, she’s going down hard!»
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| A thirty day bid ruined my life up in the pen'
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| I got fired, plus I have to face my family and friends
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| Where to begin, I met a thug in jail named Ben
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| And for just under a grand, he put a gun in my hand
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| Thunk up a plan, she will definitely die for doin' this
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| My whole family betrayed me, how could they ruin this?
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| I can’t live with the shame, all the pain of 'how could he?'
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| I’m thinking murder suicide, take us both out bloody
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| They freed me and I fleed for her job up town
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| Tried to shoot through the glass, they seen me and screamed «Get down!»
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| She got away but I tried, now it’s time for me to end
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| Ran about a block, cocked it, put it under my chin
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| I sqozed it, neck frozen, stiff, click, damn!
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| My nine gun, brand new but the shit got jammed
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| Pandemonium, desperate sweat sting in my eyes
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| All because I heard somebody singing me lies, I said I…
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| I heard it from a friend…
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| «Damn, I wish I never heard that man
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| I tried to kill her and then I tried to kill myself
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| I failed at both!
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| Now I’m stuck out here on the streets with this gun
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| People tripping out, I’m tripping out»
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| There’s a mad gunman in the city, big news spreads quick
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| People step aside, they see it in my eyeballs, I’m sick
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| I heard a cops' radio, spun around to react
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| Looking at him like, «I'll blow your fucking guts out your back, Jack!
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| Back off me!» |
| Set down his coffee with ease
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| And slowly pulled his weapon out and calmly asked me to freeze
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| We stand off, I back around the corner, I’m bookin'
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| Within seconds the perimeter heated up and it’s cookin'
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| I’m not an athlete, on top of that I got bad feet
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| So I snatched up a hostage in a sitting mad suite
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| Kissed her soft young face, pressed the gat to her cheek
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| Whispered in her ear, «I'm sorry dear, I’m having a bad week!»
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| Forty-five long minutes passed, nerves was tweakin'
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| The negotiator pleaded, no I wasn’t speakin'
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| They finally ordered the marksman, carry through with the solution
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| It all started with some verbal pollution, because I…
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| Heard it from a friend who-o-o
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| Heard it from a friend who-o-o
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| Heard it from another he’d been messing around
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| (A friend told me something left me feeling explosive)
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| Don’t always believe what you hear
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| People love to tell you bad news
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| They love it! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shugston Brooks 1959-2004 (Outtake), artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Mighty Death Pop! Box Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп