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Engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin' right on by.

Mr. Engineer, you see I've got a little problem here.
My baby, she's aboard your train,
She says she's
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!

Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
Engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin' right on by.

Mr. Engineer, you see I've got a little problem here.
My baby, she's aboard your train,
She says she's
Engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin' right on by.

Mr. Engineer, you see I've got a little problem here.
My baby, she's aboard your train,
She says she's
an order of that to go then

Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats

No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
had to be so doggone bad?

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

would go home but ain't no news
Jail house man won't let me go

If
no friends for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail 
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve
had to be so doggone bad?

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

would go home but ain't no news
Jail house man won't let me go

If
not.
I bought 'em for 99 cents apiece
You, You did?
I know where you can get 'em.

Here we go
For 99 cents
We're on
You got a better deal than I
the border by the morning, let Texas fill my soul, 
Yeah let Texas fill my soul.
Come on let's go! 

The tears start to flow about the time that I was
whoa-oh, singing oh Santa Rosa
Whoa-oh, high and low-oh-oo
Then one day, sang ol' Craig,
I'll be free to go my way

And be standing by the bay at Santa
and New Dover
Back in my home town

Gas is cheaper where I'm from
But the driving's not so good
People go and stay where they should not
And they
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise 
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger stressed, and in
By the Hush
It's by the hush, me boys
I'm sure that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's narration.
For I was by hunger pressed,
And in
the tongue of Yankee hospitality
Our kids at school get beat up
To the tune of "Boat people, go home" 

Sliced with a machete
From the breast of our
'til we get home]
Now if you wear corrective shoes and you got big bunyons,
Toenails smell and look like onions,
Don't doowutchyalike--
Go see a foot
give a party when I go home
They'll come from near and far
They'll line the roads for miles and miles
With Irish jauntin' cars
The spirits'll flow
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
give a party when I go home
They'll come from near and far
They'll line the roads for miles and miles
With Irish jauntin' cars
The spirits'll flow
go home
They'll come from near and far
They'll line the roads for miles and miles
With Irish jauntin' cars

The spirits will flow and we'll be gay
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that
posse's gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you know my beat is def
You know who you are, F the BS

[Break]
Yeah boy, they rappin five slang
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
tell
Which I say and play, day by day
When I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
So let's go now
Ya don't stop
You keep on and
Rock the house!
[Culture Freedom]
Heavens to Merkatroid!! *Snagglepuss imitation*

[Wise Intelligent]
Posse, friends God, tend to the teacher
Stammered at me