Walk On By Insane Clown Posse

[Intro: Violent J]
Imagine this

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Let’s  say you’re walkin’, New York to LA
What  kinda bullshit would you face along the way?
You couldn’t do it, not without a mother fucking gun
‘Cause ain’t nobody out there tryin’ to help anyone
Shit,  you’d be lucky if you made it out of Brooklyn
Without  getting that sack on your back tooken
Fags pulling over all along the route
And  people all on the jack move for your tow loot (Checkin’ in)
Weirdos in vans, racists in pickups
Stick-ups, always gettin’ got for your get-ups
Police are ridin’ next to ya and flexin’ on ya
And  fuckin’ with ya all the way to California
Hope you can dodge cars, ‘cause people are crazy
And at least two will try to hit your ass on daily
People drivin’ by, throwin’ bottles, bustin’ your head
But you ain’t about to stop walkin’ across this land
You on a mission

[Chorus: Violent J]
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be
This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me
I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)
This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me