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Confessions Lyrics - Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3 - Insane Clown Posse

Father, I confess for doing 

I had a brain, but life had to ruin it 

Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It 

When you put me in a cage full of animals 

Savages and cold blooded canibals 

I can't help but come but abouts me 

try to run but they found me, surround me 

Then they choke ya, and provoke ya 

try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka 

I tried to rub it off, but its all I know 

the only thing I ever knew, so what to do 

look at you, a bigot till your growin old 

your growin mold, with a soul that's freezin cold 

so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong 

I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone 

 

Chorus 

 

I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it 

I took it home, opened it, I shook it 

she had papers, lipstick and nail polish 

credit cards and about 27 dollars 

I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there 

it seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere 

on the light post, by this mail box 

I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks 

but there it was, on the side walk, waitin for me 

it tried to lure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it 

I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it 

it was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off 

father I confess, I'm a criminal 

but my worlds too subliminal around me 

look at them, all the wicked masses 

that's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes 

 

Chorus 

 

Its like a circus, a wicked carnival 

Everybodys got a tickit, they're lookin 

For the freaks, to point and gawk at 

Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack 

 

Chorus 

(Repeats Until Song Ends) 

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