| Drank my last cup of dead body stew
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| Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!
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| Nobody knows what I’m about
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| Walk around town with my guts hanging out
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| Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes
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| Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows
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| Why do I do the things that I do?
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| Who are you? |
| Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too
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| Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
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| Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
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| Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
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| Moving his butt-cheeks up and down
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| Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
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| Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
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| I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
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| And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks
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| Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
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| Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
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| Why do we do the things that we do?
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| Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?
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| Why do we do the things that we do?
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| Roses ain’t red and violet’s ain’t blue
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| Why do we do the things that we do?
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| Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
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| Never had life, always been dead
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| Gotta metal plate in the back of my head
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| Lemon drops, lick lollipops
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| I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops
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| Clown cutters, much clown luv
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| Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub
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| Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price
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| Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops
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| Grew another head and I had it lopped off
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| But we still cool, what’s up, (what's up, dawg)
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| Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock
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| My dingaling swings when I run down the block
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| No, I don’t sing in a rock band
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| Gotta smoke, dude, what’s up, man
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| Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton
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| Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping
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| Why do we do the things that we do?
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| Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Asked You, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Ringmaster, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп