Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
"Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-Ghetto Freak Show Lyrics"
Solomon Bites The Worm Lyrics
Monday Count all the teeth in my head Tuesday Anointed by a man in a dress It's more than just a question of time It's more a question of Reason and rhyme Wednesday Got hiched just like a good boy should Thursday And Friday didn't feel so good On Saturday I said my goodbyes On Sunday I'm food For the worms and the flies Pack up your troubles now take
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Ghetto Freak Show
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
Bumping into bones cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
Cause my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...
I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet o
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat
Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
Insanity's grip will neve
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show
Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show
He's still alive
The ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the Carnival of Carnage
Line up and see him
Lived years in the slums
And he's still alive to tell about
Line up and see him
He's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show
And you can see him live at the
Carnival of Carnage
You, young man
You look like you could use a viewing
Of a good freak show
Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show
Violent J is still alive
Monday Count all the teeth in my head Tuesday Anointed by a man in a dress It's more than just a question of time It's more a question of Reason and rhyme Wednesday Got hiched just like a good boy should Thursday And Friday didn't feel so good On Saturday I said my goodbyes On Sunday I'm food For the worms and the flies Pack up your troubles now take
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Ghetto Freak Show
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
Bumping into bones cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
Cause my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...
I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet o
Todo De Ti Lyrics
Pueda que me pidas mas paciencia Ya no hay Ya se acabo la produccion Sabes Que te quiero toda toda para mi Y esto es amor no es obsesion Donde se quedaron la palabras que murieron Solo siendo una intencion Recuerda No es lo mismo que me quieras con todo tu corazon Y es solo con la mitad *CHORUS* Te amo Te extrao Te adoro Mas No pretendas Que todo siga
nce, hatchet twice Pueda que me pidas mas paciencia Ya no hay Ya se acabo la produccion Sabes Que te quiero toda toda para mi Y esto es amor no es obsesion Donde se quedaron la palabras que murieron Solo siendo una intencion Recuerda No es lo mismo que me quieras con todo tu corazon Y es solo con la mitad *CHORUS* Te amo Te extrao Te adoro Mas No pretendas Que todo siga
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat
Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
Insanity's grip will neve
Chrome Lyrics
Chrome, She can see herself In the shiny grill and the Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down Chrome, zippin' by on an Electra Glide With dual tail pipes doin' 105 in the broad daylight On a two-lane headin' outta town Forget Pink and purple paisleys little mellow-yellow daisies Ain't no pot of gold in her rainbow Her favorite color is ..Chrome Chrom
r let go Chrome, She can see herself In the shiny grill and the Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down Chrome, zippin' by on an Electra Glide With dual tail pipes doin' 105 in the broad daylight On a two-lane headin' outta town Forget Pink and purple paisleys little mellow-yellow daisies Ain't no pot of gold in her rainbow Her favorite color is ..Chrome Chrom
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show
Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show
He's still alive
The ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the Carnival of Carnage
Line up and see him
Lived years in the slums
And he's still alive to tell about
Line up and see him
He's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show
And you can see him live at the
Carnival of Carnage
You, young man
You look like you could use a viewing
Of a good freak show
Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show
Violent J is still alive