Insane Clown Posse lyrics

Insane Clown Posse lyrics

"Ain't Yo Bidness lyrics"

Picture Perfect Wannabe lyrics
Don't waste time searching for the perfect rhyme Steal another melody from your favorite band Cause you know you're not the first And you're never gonna be the last Sell your soul for a single Picture perfect wannabe steal another symphony Cut your hair and cha

[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead

[Violent J:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger out
Let's Spend The Night Together lyrics
My, My, My, My Don't you worry 'bout what's on your mind (Oh my) I'm in no hurry I can take my time (Oh my) I'm going red and my tongue's getting tied (tongue's getting tied) I'm off my head and my mouth's getting dry. I'm high, But I try, try, try (Oh my) Let's spend the
" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste

[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!

[Violent J:]
Maybe i dont even like you, b
Ours Are The Late Hours lyrics
As wolves or bats Through forests or the heights Fragmented into rats Causing loathing and fright Ours are the late hours Ours are the dark powers By a gaze of ours Any mortal cowers In the shape of beast With enhanced might In the cloak of mist Through the ether of nigh
t i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i would rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse
Hollywood lyrics
I'm calling up my Cheri Tell her that I'm gonna leave Cause I'm movin' on to Hollywood you see It's always been a life long dream For my family To see me On that silver screen And I know I can't go wrong.... Cause I finally found my song I'm headin' where
to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Double A yall)
is Pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)

[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!