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on the D-low as a person dude
But a whole new ego blooms when the curtains slew
I don't encourage you to see what I have the urge to do
And that's just being

a belle
Heart too cold like the winds of hel
Can't give up boy i could never fail
Brodie just sent me a pack through the mail
I got to get this shit gone by

Joshua awakes at the railway station
He feels sick, his sweat is cold on his back
He came back from below
Very long dark adventure where moments seem

A New Strand That's That Shitt I'm Trying To Be On Nigga
 Blown
My Room Smelling Like Socks Worn Too Long That She Smelling Out That Jar 
Tell My

With 56 suites, with some grass geese
I don't care it's a hundred years, 44 clips

Ran up, they need a fourth piece
I got a high like New City

was looking out over my grass then I seen a snake
It was hissin' at me so I grabbed them weed cutters
I learned da' game I'm tryna pass it to my lil

walks,the green trees talking,spitting O2 in my face
The fresh air im absorbing,nothing better than fresh cut grass
By the end of the week im sitting with my

in my stomach ...

The heat don't work and so my house is cold ...

And in my head it's like I'm dead, and I'm just tryna be back to life and reality

on the ceiling
Of the universal dome (What?)
Chrome on the ends of my pieces who roam (Yeah!)
Through the darkness of the cold (Cold!) treatment imposed
By

to play, you get put in the grass
To the fake, you get stabbed in yo ass
Cause I only want real in my circle
You done doubted my opps and got put in

is look
And you already know that your inferior
Go ahead and kiss or slap my posterior
As I'm passing you by
On an endless loop
A roller coaster
Was

on is feeling right
I done paid the price
So don't think that I'm nice
Learn on my own
No one gave me advice
Felt surrounded by mice
Wit no hope in my

with it on me, we gone put you on the news
Getting to this money, if it ain't about blues, you betta move
I just poured up a four, I don't sip by

targets I'm laying landlines
Can I, change the fucking game
No need to stand by
Finger fuck the trigger til you
Bleed and need a tampon
Pussy niggas losing,

Posse On Verner

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot

Yeah, I want that back in the day, circa 2008, beer cans by the lake
Fall in the love for the fate, find someone and escape
You pour, I relate, we

Drip at a large amount 
Bank account sitting it's on large
Heart way too large I been scared
Foreigns parked inna garage
Selling grass by the yards
I

when you cold
I need a real one by my side
But she got the fake shit that I like
Fucking me up for the last time
You a replaceable past time
You penny

Hours would pass whipping the digital dash hoping Im living my life
Smoking the grass praying that I never crash
Watch every hour go by
I know I'll last

Kill My Landlord

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

my, kill my, kill my, kill my landlord

I need six hundred dollars by the end of the week
My body is cold, dirty socks on my feet
Not a black sheep,

What's going on?
Rattlesnakes in the grass
So I mow the lawn
Then they're gone in a flash
What's going on?
Rattlesnakes in the grass
So I mow

Forgive Me
Word and melody by London Thompson, 
Tahnee Croskey, and Prentis Knight

Somethin's changed and everybody talkin bout it
I feel the pain

flowing round me
In the grass where I lie
Oh... Idaho

Summertime adventures never end
Big sky shines in the eyes of new friends
Full moon dancin'

in school systems this land was idle
To erase blame our idols incited a new age of anthropocene
Infighting continues today, from
When we wiped the land