Bowling Balls (Monoxide Remix) Insane Clown Posse

Friends don't come easily and this I know
And every time I make one, they say they gotta go
I wanna talk with people and look em' in the face
I wanna take em' home and they can stay at my place
All the talkin', I can do, I would never lie to you
We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you
And I can love you, and technically, even though you're dead
You'll always be around me cuz I'm keeping your head
I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar
I even own the melon of a dead fortune teller
The rotted ones, I keep em' up in fat pickle jars
And the new ones? We lay on the lawn and look at stars
It's illegal, I know...but so is smoking weed
And who the fuck gives a fuck when you have a need?
I collect human heads fresh up off the neck
Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme that!

Faces, people know more than names!
The hair is there and all the brains!
Your head would mean so much to me!
Your head would mean so much to me!
I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut?
How you want your eyelids, open or shut?
Your head would mean so much to me!
Your head would mean so much to me!