Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
"Three Rings Lyrics"
I The Jury Lyrics
I'm through with tolerance, no more acceptances of your crimes; I don't care about your 'freedom' cos your actions restrict mine. And the rights of those you step on every day as you drag down all in your way as you slowly self-decay. Smoking a cash crop, I don't care if you die, but the animals tested, should they pay the price? Or those who are near, who've not got a choice, but to breathe second hand smoke you create. And what of those who are killed or maimed when you drink and drive as if it's a game, or third world peasants for
I'm through with tolerance, no more acceptances of your crimes; I don't care about your 'freedom' cos your actions restrict mine. And the rights of those you step on every day as you drag down all in your way as you slowly self-decay. Smoking a cash crop, I don't care if you die, but the animals tested, should they pay the price? Or those who are near, who've not got a choice, but to breathe second hand smoke you create. And what of those who are killed or maimed when you drink and drive as if it's a game, or third world peasants for
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Three Rings
"You have a collect call from 'Cukoo'. Please answer the following
question 'yes' or 'no'."
"Will you pay for the call?"
"Is this on?
Gather round my wealthy friends,
And endure the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares could produce.
Actual human beings of a deformed nature.
Come at once, and come and endulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
Enter our 3 ring show of freaks!"
Ring one, a-dung-a-dung-dung.
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school, then I run down the hall.
Scarin the shit outta all of yall bitches!
Which is why you don't invite mine to your party
Just cuz I don't look like everybody.
I guess you're just a bunch of rich boys.
Bitch boys. Scary. Blblbblah!
And what's the big deal about my neck.
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch up
[Chorus-Young Buck] Why? These Niggas Want Me Dead [D-Tay] Betta' Watch Yo Step [Young Buck] Put Prices On My Head [D-Tay] Cuz I Cock My Shit, And I Pop My Shit [Young Buck] But I Ain't Gonna Change [D-Tay] I Don't Play That Shit [Young Buck] G-Unit Do Ya' Thang [Young Buck] These Niggas Want Me Dead [D-Tay] Betta' Watch Yo Step [Young Buck] Put Prices On My Head [D-Tay] Cuz I Cock
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright?
No! So, now how ya gon' act?
So what if I got another arm growin' outta my back.
I guess I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the 3 rings.
(chorus):
3 ring. A ding a ding ding. People love to point and stare.
3 ring. A ding a ding ding. It's the same as everywhere.
(End Chorus)
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Ring two! How do ya do? I'm Shaggy 2-dope.
Chicken-faced bitch! (Who?)
You don't try to front hoe.
Try to play me out just cuz I'm runnin wit the side show.
So maybe there's the leg growin out my neck.
But, don't jet baby, huh, not yet.
Popped out the neden like a pund of lead.
Doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me on my head.
Oh shit! I knew it had to fuck up my circuits.
Cuz, when I was 2, my momma left me at the circus.
Abandoned at the carnival, with the freak shows
Like Bat-boy, Hermaphrodite, and Old Man Cr
Cosa Vuoi Lyrics
Fatti i fatti tuoi che qua ci pensiamo noi sono giorni che non mi lasci vivere parli solo tu che cosa vuoi di piu' ma cosa vuoi di piu'? Stabilita', per essere al sicuro e la tua finta onsta' ti accontenti davvero Non voglio mica sentirmi in colpa per te spiacenti, sai sono al limite se adesso mi chiedi una risposta non c'e' non ti sorprendere Parto in quarta e sai che io non mi fermo mai sono
w. Fatti i fatti tuoi che qua ci pensiamo noi sono giorni che non mi lasci vivere parli solo tu che cosa vuoi di piu' ma cosa vuoi di piu'? Stabilita', per essere al sicuro e la tua finta onsta' ti accontenti davvero Non voglio mica sentirmi in colpa per te spiacenti, sai sono al limite se adesso mi chiedi una risposta non c'e' non ti sorprendere Parto in quarta e sai che io non mi fermo mai sono
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone.
Started a crew of my own mutha fucka, I'm not alone.
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank.
Or your stomach might recieve a shank from the 3 rings.
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"I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves, here, at our 3 ring
exhibit. But,
to be honest, I
really don't see what's so fuckin' funny about it. These fuckin' people are real!"
"Ring 3, The ICP! Look if you want,
But I wouldn't lay a hand on me.
That's how you get fucked up.
We'll squeeze your windpipe's shut."
Yo! I'm a nerd, word. I drink Thunderbird.
Half-snake woman kicked my love to the curb.
She busted in to my tent now I'm fucked.
Had the fat-bearded lady in the buck. Ugh!.
Fuck that. Bitch suck that.
I was born with a wang, but I never had a nutsack.
It's two balls hangin' wit no protection, so,
I move real careful and slow.
You can call me a wierdo, call me a freak.
C
Going To The Country (3:12) Lyrics
(From the album "Bruce Cockburn") Look out the window, what do I see? cows hangin' out under spreading trees. ZOOM! they're gone behind the sign white letters pointing to the long white line and I'm going to the country o, la la la la la I'm going to the country sunshine smile on me I can smell the grass growing in the field wind in my hair tells me how it feels farm house, silver roof flashing by tractor-trailer truck says goodbye wit
all me Don Knotts cuz I'm gettin at it every week. Uh! (From the album "Bruce Cockburn") Look out the window, what do I see? cows hangin' out under spreading trees. ZOOM! they're gone behind the sign white letters pointing to the long white line and I'm going to the country o, la la la la la I'm going to the country sunshine smile on me I can smell the grass growing in the field wind in my hair tells me how it feels farm house, silver roof flashing by tractor-trailer truck says goodbye wit
So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch.
I chill with the 3 rings.
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"Well, that's it. I hope you're satisfied. I hope you had a good time,
you fucking heartless
bastards! You saw what you wanted, so grab your fucking kids and that
fat, flop of shit
wife of yours, and get the fuck out of our circus tent! You cold-hearted sons of bitches!
You think they looked fucked up? Just wait till I kick your fuckin' lips in a couple times!
You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch, and we'll be laughin at your
folded ass. They'll call
you Lumpy. After I done puttin knots all over your fuckin forehead. Yeah!
Hey, Hey little boy! Come here, how'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot? You
fuckin' little bitch!
Come here, I'll fuckin shove that corndog up your ass! Get the fuck outta here!
The show's fuckin' over. Get the fuck outta here, you fuckin heartless bastards."