Bowling Balls Insane Clown Posse

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Friends don't come easily and this I know
And every time I make one they always 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 talking I could 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 'cause 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 the stars
It's illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed
And who the fuck give a fuck when you have a need?
I collect human heads fresh up off the neck
Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme that

[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
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 dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
How you want your eyelids, open or shut?
Your head would mean so much to me
Your head would mean so much to me