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Friday, August 20, 2010

Juggalo Homies - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Juggalo Homies
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Michael John Jr Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
"I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you, you all know you're my homies
And, eh, alright we'll talk later, peace"

Let me ask you this about this life we live?
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a muthafucka?

If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousin's get outta here

Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the mornin'?
Friends ya'll

Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? Who?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? Who?
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room

We talkin' about homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies

Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager 'Chief Chili Fry Maker'

All you can vision is ya'll beatin' him down
Your homies standin' on his back while you kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holdin' me back so I don't look soft

When you snuck the car out who did you get? Who?
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? Who?
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? Who?
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours

We talkin' about homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside, baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end

Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
'Cuz sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it

Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call

We world wide, we're homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas, Psychopathic

Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside, baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy

Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Juggalo homie
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
You don't like me, you can fuck on

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I Want My Shit - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: I Want My Shit
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
It was like March, April
Fuckin' Libra, fuckin'

Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy the Kid
You probably think I'm only playin' but, I did

My daddy's were a 2 headed freak show
Mamma a fortune teller, Ezmerella Zella
Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board
And I was born the next day, Violent J

When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it'd fuck me up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, "What?"

Everybody tripped and called me the 'Clown Devil Boy'
'Child of the witch heifer', whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, Smokey Nuts

After that they started bowin' and shit
Prayin' to me, you know how them primitives get
I said "Get off my dick I ain't a savior"
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

Four simple things in this bitch before I die
I wanna rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget and a little sip of Faygo too
'Til I get my shit, in this mothafucka I will never die

So anyway, fifty years passed, all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in the search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled Terminators

Nothin' ever killed me, nothin' could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankee's army
I walked across enemy lines with a Mac ten
Man they didn't even have that shit back then

How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
Well at least make this shit sound real man damn
I walked across enemy lines with a, lantern
Steady takin' cannon balls to the balls

The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
It didn't even smear the makeup

I took his gun and put a divit in his neck
The sheriff didn't like it, I got indicted
Eighty-seven long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in

They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin'
On they way out they like
"Yo ain't you like a hundred and somethin'?"
I said, "That's right

And I ain't gonna die till I get my shit, mothafucka"
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget just a little sip or two
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die

Yeah, I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
I climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side

Well, my homey has an Impala blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushin' one eleven
I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post

Hell yeah cuz, hurts a little bit
But then ya get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cause of shit like this
They always try and kill me but, miss

I know it's odd 'cause my face is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it

And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I sorta look like somethin' from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more then a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit

And I ain't gonna die till I get it
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget, I said "Faygo" fuck Mountain Dew
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die, die, die

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Friday, August 13, 2010

I Want My Sh*T - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: I Want My Sh*T
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
It was like March, April
Fuckin' Libra, fuckin'

Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy the Kid
You probably think I'm only playin' but, I did

My daddy's were a 2 headed freak show
Mamma a fortune teller, Ezmerella Zella
Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board
And I was born the next day, Violent J

When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it'd fuck me up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, "What?"

Everybody tripped and called me the 'Clown Devil Boy'
'Child of the witch heifer', whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, Smokey Nuts

After that they started bowin' and shit
Prayin' to me, you know how them primitives get
I said "Get off my dick I ain't a savior"
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

Four simple things in this bitch before I die
I wanna rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget and a little sip of Faygo too
'Til I get my shit, in this mothafucka I will never die

So anyway, fifty years passed, all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in the search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled Terminators

Nothin' ever killed me, nothin' could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankee's army
I walked across enemy lines with a Mac ten
Man they didn't even have that shit back then

How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
Well at least make this shit sound real man damn
I walked across enemy lines with a, lantern
Steady takin' cannon balls to the balls

The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
It didn't even smear the makeup

I took his gun and put a divit in his neck
The sheriff didn't like it, I got indicted
Eighty-seven long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in

They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin'
On they way out they like
"Yo ain't you like a hundred and somethin'?"
I said, "That's right

And I ain't gonna die till I get my shit, mothafucka"
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget just a little sip or two
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die

Yeah, I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
I climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side

Well, my homey has an Impala blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushin' one eleven
I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post

Hell yeah cuz, hurts a little bit
But then ya get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cause of shit like this
They always try and kill me but, miss

I know it's odd 'cause my face is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it

And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I sorta look like somethin' from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more then a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit

And I ain't gonna die till I get it
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget, I said "Faygo" fuck Mountain Dew
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die, die, die

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