Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wraith, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Date of issue: 01.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Wraith |
| Always uninvited |
| fuck off |
| unrespected, sometimes he creeps other times he’s expected |
| He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at thy park |
| he will strike in broad day light but prefers thy dark |
| Three little kids caught inside a burning home |
| he’ll just sit there and wait for 'em |
| leave 'em alone! |
| As sure as we’re alive today and death is inveitable |
| he’s waitin’there watching through the eyes of a crow |
| fo’sho' |
| I know |
| yo Death is always a shitty time |
| Don’t bother trying to run and hide |
| Take his hand cross to thy other side (Step to the other side) |
| Freeway intersections when thy bars close, he loves 'em |
| Bluew out traffic lights? |
| He hovers above him |
| And he loves thy motherfuck out of crackheads and heroin |
| rehab centers and caring mothers always scaring him |
| Sharing them needles? |
| He encourages and raw sex? |
| They got him working and steady collecting soul checks |
| Then again |
| What? |
| Nine times out of ten, I wish he’s take me Instead of some of these poor children we see |
| I’m sayin |
| Skwo |
| What |
| Death is always a shitty time No where to run |
| Don’t bother trying to run and hide No where to hide |
| Take his hand cross to thy other side |
| Step to thy other side! |
| (Step to the other side) |
| He remainds nameless but we call him thy Wraith |
| He is thy 6th Jokers Card of thy Dark Carnival faith |
| That’s it, now your clock is ticking, every second counts |
| and everyhting you do that right or wrong, it all amounts |
| And whether you going to heaven or hell |
| he doesn’t care |
| he’s only here to give you thy death touch |
| and send you there |
| Most people fear him |
| because they don’t understand |
| that once he finally touches you with death eternity can begin |
| That’s what thy fuck I’m talkin’about |
| Lotus |
| What |
| Mother fuck |
| yea yeah |
| Woop Woop |
| Hoe |
| Death is always a shitty time No where to run |
| Don’t bother trying to run and hide No where to hide |
| Take his hand cross to thy other side |
| Step to thy other side! |
| (Step to the other side) |