Lyrics:
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Nickel Da O.J. Da Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear
And ask you how your brain sound
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred
Yeah we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this
the garden of Eden
Eve was corrupted body combusted from the flames
Cleveland ain't give me nothin' but game
Goin' insane and It's rainin' bloody murder,
your cap back with a cannonball
I buck them all
Fuck them all
(Yeah!)
We standing tall
(Whooooo!!)
Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!)
Insane Clown Posse
that’s where your bitch be Hahahahahahaha! Jokes Whowhowho! Good thing, we just a dumb hoax A Dead punk bitch bloody, haha, it’s just work We’d never
Featured: Insane Clown Posse, Kottonmouth Kings, Twiztid
Hey money got a big ass head
Folded like a, like a stop sign
Fuck dawg, hey
We gotta go get
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
Eminem huh?
You want to diss us?
You want to diss Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid?
Well here goes a remix
From us to you
This is the truth about Slim
(Today we'll be talking about the reporting artists The Insane Clown Posse)
(They look too spooky) Dickface (It kinda reminds me of gang related)
I like dead life this murder living
Giving wicked to the music that we listen
All day all night turn it up dead wake
By the bloody moonlight i like
your shine
Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape
Dismember a nonmember entering my estate
Bloody the guns, money
Crowd striker, now cypher studyin'
Jiggle my mutha fuckin' balls bitch.
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, what's up?
It's Christmas, time for a slaughter
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know
off and threw it
In yo face!
Insane clown posse never gonna fade
Helped yo ass get laid back in 8th grade
Many years pass and we still top grade
now she a corpse she a bride
Bloody palms yeah I got murder on my mind
Caught up in the blizzard of your mind
I've been cut up by the ice you can't
wear the same
Bitch talkin' on me while steppin' in range
Pontiac goin' while whippin' no frames
You and yo posse is clowns, not insane
You fool
Shut up
left that bitch I block that ho
These diamonds shine they made by roe im loaded then the fuck son
Hit from the back dont run bitch
It's kicking in ill
to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smoking 'caine
Told me to meet him at the airport
REAL UNDERGROUND BABY
By Insane Clown Posse
This clown don't smile and honk your nose.
This clown don't wear green goofy clothes.
And this clown
of time
(And we ?? his little behind, bitch, bring it on)
(Chorus)
The Insane Clown Posse, ICP, axe murdering done with a touch of Detroit class
pussy"
I just sat back, my legs started shakin'
Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her
(feat. Insane Clown Posse)
Chillen at the studio
Chillen at the studio
85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike
I'm Violent J
Bitch you cannot see me so don't look around
Blow up the town
Motherfuckers fienin', you some fucken clowns
My bloody frown
See the true meanin' behind my
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