icp insane clown posse – 24

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(die b-tch, f-ckin die!)
all night
find me robbin your jewels
settin fires
damaging, and breakin into schools
in the darkness
its much easier to be heartless
break the window out the lincoln
and screwdriver start this
muggin people
droppin on ’em from street lights
stab ’em with garden tools,
or beat ’em with pipes
so dont come out
stay inside cozy and tucked
and if im breakin in
ay old lady’s gettin..
all day
car jacks get outta the van
as soon as they step out
i pop ’em anyway “blammm!”
i rob liquor stores with a lil 22 hold
i know its nothing but its something
when its butin at your nose
sunny days
i hit up the beach with cleats on
and stomp the b-tches in they -ss
tryina tan in they thongs
all day
see me f-ckin hookers at truck stops
and then i kill ’em
cause thats where my buck stops
all night
im wicked and i got the power
bloodsheds on the wall during the witching hour
in the darkness
see me ride by an impala
draggin some f-ck -ss by his foot and hear him holla
in the night time
i take whats rightfully mine
i run through emergency rooms and sever life lines
f-ck the limelight i’m the one i need to impress
with a doiuble dip swinging ax chop to your chest
all day
im sellin c-ke laced joints to little kids
i’m a clown in a milk truck handlin biz
in the sunshine
i been known to take shots at the po
im in the bushes with the camouflage on and rifle scope
all day
i wicked
i keep it horrifying
ax murdered some kid and his dad kite flying
i knock the f-ckin mail man out on the gr-ss
and burned holes in his face
with the magnifying gl-ss
all night
i fly like a vampire bat
and murder people telling stories where the campe fires at
blame it on the moonlight or blame it on the boogie
i shot the mother f-ckin sheriff and his deputy rookie
when its dark out
i hit the streets in the shadows and grab yos, and
boogie the woogie
and stab ho’s
dont even give me a pound when you see this clown
you gettin cut the f-ck up
and chopped the f-ck down
all day
catch me picnicking with the b-tches in the park
right before i icepick ’em in the heart 24/7
if it aint us its somebody gettin bl–dy
wicked clowns aint the only ones nutty buddy
catch me, tounge kissin
a severed head
catch me burying another b-tch dead
behind a shed
it doesn’t matter
night or day
all around the clock
viloent j and sh-ggy
chop, chop, chop, chop!
ya gonna die

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