Taste Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Capitol E, Esham, Jumpsteady & Nate the Mack)
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[Verse 1: Violent J]
Heard thoughts going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just a warm-up, just to get it on
'Cause I'ma be cutting throats 'til the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho, but now they coming with me
That's straight, could we team up?
'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain, it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucker took me for a sucker
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in your house, shot him in the mouth
Lean back the head and pour the brains out
My lyrics are strong, it's only a song
The government front like they don't know what's going on
Fuck it, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut you down cat, cut you down
'Cause I know the rich go joggin'
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin
(Come on, come on now, bitch, come on)
About thirty, forty times
Psychedelic sick with the psycho, psycho rhymes
But you keep the killin' in one place
But I'm at your door, motherfucker, have a taste
Heard thoughts going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just a warm-up, just to get it on
'Cause I'ma be cutting throats 'til the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho, but now they coming with me
That's straight, could we team up?
'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain, it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucker took me for a sucker
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in your house, shot him in the mouth
Lean back the head and pour the brains out
My lyrics are strong, it's only a song
The government front like they don't know what's going on
Fuck it, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut you down cat, cut you down
'Cause I know the rich go joggin'
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin
(Come on, come on now, bitch, come on)
About thirty, forty times
Psychedelic sick with the psycho, psycho rhymes
But you keep the killin' in one place
But I'm at your door, motherfucker, have a taste
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