Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach. The pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even. The most deplorable examples of the underground music scene.
Kill Me! Whut! Mutha Facku! Murder Murder!. Whut! I Can't Wait To Die! Please Murder My Mother Fuckin` Ass Off!. Bring It! Cause I`m Goin To Shangri-la.
Hehe. Hey yo. This this bitch wanna know. Is she a ryda?. Hehehe. R-U-A Ryda?. I don't need you all up on my nuts no more. That's what the wrinkles are there for, recognize.
Hey money got a big ass head. Folded like a, like a stop sign. Fuck dawg, hey. We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains. You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat.
Why? why do these questions come to mind. When the answer is just so far away?. The questions I ask myself everyday. . Why? Every time I reach for the sky, I can only reach so high, why?.
The ghettos of america are breeding grounds. For the criminal minded. As for years they have killed one another of. And america has enjoyed it's creation.
Hey money got a big ass head. Folded like a, like a stop sign. Fuck dawg, hey. We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains. You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat.
Won't you be my prom queen? (another morning). Won't you be my prom queen?. Everybody has a real good time. . Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom).
The ghettos of America are breeding grounds. For the criminal minded. As for years they have killed one another of. And America has enjoyed its creation.
I gotta tell him... I gotta be a man and handle my business... I know he's gonna hate me... Ahhh I gotta call him. . What up dogg?. What you been up to?.
Insane Clown Posse. ICP, about to take you way back, way back that is, to Vernor. . Posse, up. Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home. In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome.
[Violent J]. In my mind's eye. You throw wickedness at me. I'm just a toy to you. I bring no real joy to you. The way I see it. You don't want me here no more.
[Violent J]. Underground baby. Real underground baby.... . This clown don't smile and honk your nose. This clown don't wear big goofy clothes. This clown don't mind your hatred for me.
(Children laughing, Toy cranks up). . Hey (x54). . (1st Verse- Violent J). Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box. You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops.
I climbed up the tree in the back and got. on my rooftop with my 22,. It's hot with little pops,. Started bustin off shots aimin all at the sky,. I emptied out my gun bustin all at the sky..
So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the. glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead.
I come beatin down the block and i crack the bedrock. Dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop). Motherfuckers think godzilla's comin (the lights go dark).
Headless Boogie. . [Violent J]. It's Friday night, dark, scary. Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery. And its foggy, cold and smoggy. Hear a dog, a howling doggy.
(Chorus). Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween. People on Military know what this means. Houses on fire, they're blowin up cars. Creatures in the streets, and razor blades and candy bars.
Halls Of Illusions. . [Violent J]. Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door. Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours. And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real.