The Pendulum’s Promise Insane Clown Posse
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Pendulum's Promise
[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
What did I do?
Tell me
Tell me, what did I do?
Tell me
Nothing! I did nothing wrong!
Tell me
Nothing!
Why?
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Look at that guy over there, he's so skinny
He'd probably suck my dick for a penny
That's fucking nasty, what kinda bitch does he get?
The kind that smells like shit with a scabbed lip
Pushing all that trash in his shopping cart
Must've smoked himself into a retard
No shoes, thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose
The motherfucker's ass is probably molded shut, heh
Bet he's got tadpoles living out of his butt
I fucking don't understand these people
No kinda class, somebody needs to beat they ass
I wanna tell him, "Get the fuck off my block!"
I wanna beat his face in with a rock!
He ain't good for shit but bringing our property down
Dragging his funky ass around
He's starving, sporting a pair of Troop sweats
Hands dried and cracked up like the Sahara
Wanting everyone's affection
Wait a minute, that's me, I'm looking at my own reflection
[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
What did I do?
Tell me
Tell me, what did I do?
Tell me
Nothing! I did nothing wrong!
Tell me
Nothing!
Why?
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Look at that guy over there, he's so skinny
He'd probably suck my dick for a penny
That's fucking nasty, what kinda bitch does he get?
The kind that smells like shit with a scabbed lip
Pushing all that trash in his shopping cart
Must've smoked himself into a retard
No shoes, thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose
The motherfucker's ass is probably molded shut, heh
Bet he's got tadpoles living out of his butt
I fucking don't understand these people
No kinda class, somebody needs to beat they ass
I wanna tell him, "Get the fuck off my block!"
I wanna beat his face in with a rock!
He ain't good for shit but bringing our property down
Dragging his funky ass around
He's starving, sporting a pair of Troop sweats
Hands dried and cracked up like the Sahara
Wanting everyone's affection
Wait a minute, that's me, I'm looking at my own reflection
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