I Want My s*** Lyrics , Insane Clown Posse Lyrics ,

It was like march, April
f** lebra (f, um, s) Torus, 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 Mama a fortune tella, azmerella zella Anyway they had s on a oija board
And I was born the next day
(who?) 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 would f
me up
I got up and itched my b, 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 s
Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get
I said get off my d* I ain’t a savior I’m what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava 4 simple things in this b** before I die

I want a rusty ax
I want to know voodoo
A fat b* named bridget And a little sip of faygo too Till I get my s in this motha f****
I will neva die!

(ah, hell yeah, so anyway…)
50 years passed all my homey’s are old a** f* 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, yankees army I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10 Man they didn’t even have that s back then
How you just gonna come in my s* and f* it up?
Well at least make this s* sound real man, d! I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern Steddy takin cannon b, to the b
The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
Until this fool tried to horse jack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
Didn’t even smear the makeup
I took his gun a put a divet in his neck
The sheriff didn’t like it, I got endited
87 long years in the state pen
Till 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 houndred and somethin?”
I’m said yeah that’s right,
And I ain’t gonna die till I get my s
motha
f!!! I want a rusty ax I want to know voodoo A fat b named bridget
Just a little sip or two
Till I get my s
* in this motha f* I will neva die! I slept under bridges, lived in a valley 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 My homie has an impala blue ’67 Last night we hit the road pushin one eleven I stuck my head out the window, Told ’em forward the most And let my nugget ping off a light post Hahahaha hell yeah ’cause, Yeah it hurts a little bit but then ya gotta straight buzz The world hates me ’cause of s 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 b* a** 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 want to see me die for then a little bit But I’m a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my s
And I ain’t gonna die till I get it!!!!

I want a rusty ax
I want to know voodoo
A fat b* named bridget I said faygo f mountain dew
Till I get my s* in this motha f**
I will neva diiiiiiiiiieeeeee!
Diiiiiiieeeeee! (2x)

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