Pass Me By Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Pass Me By 

"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the 

imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to 

compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go 

to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it, 

it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out 

of it. It will be yours forever." 

[Shaggy 2 Dope] 

I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous 

The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus 

And I was hit, that was it, on the spot 

Flash, I woke up in a parking lot 

And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys 

With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys 

I look around I can't believe that it's possible 

I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival 

I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of 

Everybody and they momma got clown luv 

Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese, 

Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo) 

Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers 

Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers 

I see my old homey, he died in a drag 

Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" 

And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk 

I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it 

And to think, I always been afraid to die 

But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. 

[Chorus (2x)] 

We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry 

Even though most never try 

I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no 

[Violent J] 

I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile 

I dealt with it, and lived there for a while 

I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down 

Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown 

Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top 

Free money, and mad bitches non-stop 

No water, it's Faygo on tap 

I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it 

'cause I can, 'cause I'm phat paid 

I got a five story funhouse with a maid 

And she walks around with her titties hanging out 

And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo) 

I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see 

Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E 

Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off 

We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt 

There's no fights, it's a perfect match 

Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch 

And to think, I've always been afraid to die 

But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. 

[Chorus (2x)] 

[Violent J] 

Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey 

Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way 

And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole 

That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go 

[Shaggy 2 Dope] 

This is all hell now, we livin' in it 

But this bullshit'll be over in a minute 

Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes 

New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo) 

[Violent J] 

And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend 

He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends 

He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad 

He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad 

[Shaggy 2 Dope] 

And for those who ain't down for the next man 

Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can 

And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something 

Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming 

[Chorus (2x)] 

"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the 

imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare 

to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live 

in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it, 

it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out 

of it. It will be yours forever." 

[Chorus (10x)]