17 Dead Insane Clown Posse

[Intro]
Why must my visions be so clear?
The truth?
The truth, I've got work to do

[Verse 1: Violent J]
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by, but I must have just missed him
Am I in a Southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang
But do you care?
I got stabbed in the eye and you wasn't no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat... fucken' sucked
But your news wasn't on that
You could give a fuck less nevertheless, unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I'ma cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from, boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

[Chorus]
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth)
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio (And the seventeenth)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
(And the seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection)