8 Ways to Die Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Cage, DJ Paul, Esham, Mac Lethal, Ouija Macc & Stitches)
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[Intro: Violent J]
Psychopathic (The Hatchet)
Twenty-eight motherfucking years (Twenty-eight years)
Place in the game, respect that (Respect that)
Eight ways to die
Violent J (Violent J)
Stitches (Stitches)
Mac Lethal (Mac Lethal)
Esham (Esham)
DJ Paul (DJ Paul)
Ouija Macc (Ouija Macc)
Cage (Cage)
And Shaggy 2 Dope (Shaggy 2 Dope)
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
Four in the morning, lightning crackin', rain is pouring yet
I'm still up doing lines of no-doze like my life's important, man
I don't mean shit to nobody, especially you
Never scared to pull something out of my waist, give you a taste of this (Boom)
Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back (Nope)
Better have that shit sewed up with God before you hear that clap
Bring it back where my stacks? What you thinking fool?
S dub D 'til I D-I-E, A-S-S down in the blood pool
'Cause your nightmares, they my wet dreams
Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme
Premo, woo! T-R-O-Y
Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (Nope)
It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why
It's no surprise we glad to see you die, bitch
Hit that fifth and chug, skin full of the meth bugs
So who do you love? You know I got the plug, bitch
Psychopathic (The Hatchet)
Twenty-eight motherfucking years (Twenty-eight years)
Place in the game, respect that (Respect that)
Eight ways to die
Violent J (Violent J)
Stitches (Stitches)
Mac Lethal (Mac Lethal)
Esham (Esham)
DJ Paul (DJ Paul)
Ouija Macc (Ouija Macc)
Cage (Cage)
And Shaggy 2 Dope (Shaggy 2 Dope)
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
Four in the morning, lightning crackin', rain is pouring yet
I'm still up doing lines of no-doze like my life's important, man
I don't mean shit to nobody, especially you
Never scared to pull something out of my waist, give you a taste of this (Boom)
Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back (Nope)
Better have that shit sewed up with God before you hear that clap
Bring it back where my stacks? What you thinking fool?
S dub D 'til I D-I-E, A-S-S down in the blood pool
'Cause your nightmares, they my wet dreams
Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme
Premo, woo! T-R-O-Y
Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (Nope)
It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why
It's no surprise we glad to see you die, bitch
Hit that fifth and chug, skin full of the meth bugs
So who do you love? You know I got the plug, bitch
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