
Confessions (Alternate Mix) Insane Clown Posse
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[Intro]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Father (hey), I confess for doing it
I had a brain (yes), but life had to ruin it (gone)
Screw in it (thoughts), twist it, infect it (kill)
Dissect it (spit), don't respect it (blood)
When you put me in a cage full of animals (creepy)
Savages (killers), and cold-blooded cannibals (monsters)
I can't help but become what's around me ([?])
Tried to run, but they found me, surround me (shit)
Then they choke ya (squeeze), and provoke ya (tease)
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker (ease)
I tried to rip it off (wait), but its all I know (it's)
The only thing I ever knew (me), so what to do?
Look at you (never), a bigot 'til your growin' old (evil)
Your growin' mold, with a soul that's freezin' cold (so?)
So I confess (yes), but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
[Chorus]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Father (hey), I confess for doing it
I had a brain (yes), but life had to ruin it (gone)
Screw in it (thoughts), twist it, infect it (kill)
Dissect it (spit), don't respect it (blood)
When you put me in a cage full of animals (creepy)
Savages (killers), and cold-blooded cannibals (monsters)
I can't help but become what's around me ([?])
Tried to run, but they found me, surround me (shit)
Then they choke ya (squeeze), and provoke ya (tease)
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker (ease)
I tried to rip it off (wait), but its all I know (it's)
The only thing I ever knew (me), so what to do?
Look at you (never), a bigot 'til your growin' old (evil)
Your growin' mold, with a soul that's freezin' cold (so?)
So I confess (yes), but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
[Chorus]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
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