
The Swarm Insane Clown Posse
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[Intro]
The swarm is coming
The swarm is coming
The swarm is coming
The swarm is coming
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
God damn, here it comes, creepin’ through the cracks
The nooks, the crannys, it hit me. Smack!
Stinger’s in my head. I gotta get it out!
I got me a plan to get the stinger out
Just a little ‘squito, so I flick it off my ear
Never even know what will return is a nightmare
Never ever thought a little bug could make me die
Suckin’ out my blood and my heart through my head
Sippin’ on my head my head, twistin’ through my brain
Drivin’ me crazy, nuts, insane
Muddy, sludgy, greasy slime
I'm always buckin’ with Father Time
‘Cause right about now, he’s my enemy number one
Trying to punch out on my life by sucking on my lungs
What you call a bug, but I call it death
‘Cause it makes me choke and cave my chest
My toes begin to curl. My fingers start to fold
Got drool on my lips, and my body's gettin’ cold
Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead. The swarm got me, fuck it
The swarm is coming
The swarm is coming
The swarm is coming
The swarm is coming
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
God damn, here it comes, creepin’ through the cracks
The nooks, the crannys, it hit me. Smack!
Stinger’s in my head. I gotta get it out!
I got me a plan to get the stinger out
Just a little ‘squito, so I flick it off my ear
Never even know what will return is a nightmare
Never ever thought a little bug could make me die
Suckin’ out my blood and my heart through my head
Sippin’ on my head my head, twistin’ through my brain
Drivin’ me crazy, nuts, insane
Muddy, sludgy, greasy slime
I'm always buckin’ with Father Time
‘Cause right about now, he’s my enemy number one
Trying to punch out on my life by sucking on my lungs
What you call a bug, but I call it death
‘Cause it makes me choke and cave my chest
My toes begin to curl. My fingers start to fold
Got drool on my lips, and my body's gettin’ cold
Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead. The swarm got me, fuck it
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