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Insane Clown Posse
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The time has come for the blood
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To run into the streets paved with gold
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We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
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And like animals we kill each other
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For the hatred of others
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We must move into the suburbs
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And punish the rich for their ignorance
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For the horror of death
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That is part of our life in our neighborhood
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And give them a taste of the same
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And when we kill the governments' children
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And the streets smell of death
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Maybe then we will see our situation in a new light
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And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings
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Heard what's going on in the free world
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Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
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Just ta warn you, just to get it on
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'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
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Break of dawn, can't nobody get me
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I've always been a psycho now they coming with me
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That's straight when we team up
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'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut
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Look in my brain it's fucking insane
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Roll around naked in the acid rain
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Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
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Now we killing you instead of killing each other
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Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
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Leaned back the head and pulled the brains out
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My list are strong it's only a saw
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The government fronts like they don't know what is going on
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Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
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Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
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'Cause I know the rich go jogging
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And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the nogging
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About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
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Psycho psycho rhymes
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But ya keep the killer in one place
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But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste
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Fucking you up won't let you pass
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Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
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Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe
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12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks
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I'm sick of this shit, I see on the TV
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They showing psychopathics and I see me
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And ya calling me a homeless hobo
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While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo
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Snipe ya in the head from a tower
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Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower
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Finally catch ya on the block
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Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye
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Who ya fucking wit governor E?
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Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
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Then swing ya by ya foot
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Mister Drumma looking bald headed punk, bitch
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Stroll to the banquet party
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Drank all they brew then shot everybody
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They set it up wrong created the ghetto
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And thought it wouldn't last long
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Thought we'd kill each other off didn't think
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We'd come to the suburbs, jackoff
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The clowns stick this knife in ya face, motherfucker, have a taste
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In Detroit doing time
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Time being done without not another solution
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Without nothing but wicked men
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How many muthaphuckas I've know through the years
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Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear
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Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in many schools for this
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'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
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Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
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So my natural instincts to kill in the street
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I'm going to war and I sent you caution
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Jumpsteady stepping over the governments' brainwashing
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(Take it, take it farther, take it far)
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Don't let them even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are
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Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
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Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the fuck for
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Damn they're stupid, the mine are surrounded
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Think I like to pay a lesson
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To a gallon and save a human life or two
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End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
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Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
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(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes, hoe)
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I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
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On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage
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What ya gonna do if I show up at your place
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Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste
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Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
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So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace
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Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
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Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream
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Everyday thang, thank it to ya
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Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked
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Begging for money, acting like he know ya
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Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya
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Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked
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(Come up wit it, bitch)
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Now ya don't know how to act
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But that's the life and the experience of a mother
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Happens everyday, one after the other
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But the suburb living is high class
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With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
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And show ya the rough times
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Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime
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And bitches working the pike for dough
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Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow
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And I hear ya making fun of that ICP
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(What's up E?)
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Gets ya bats
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It's time for you to crack some necks
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And if they don't know now, show them what to expect
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'Cause it don't matter the race or the place
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Capitol E giving the inner city taste
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Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
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I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood
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Guess who's rolling with the ICP
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That black devil coming straight from the D
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I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off a German
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And looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
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Violent J know the way so I'm gonna getcha
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If ya standing in my way I'm getting wit ya
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The black devil, that devil ya don't know
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Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
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Hey man do you know my name?
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I'm down with notics, nuts on train
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So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or white
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It ain't about wrong or right on devil's night
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I burn a cross in ya fucking face
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Now homicide's got a new case so give me a taste
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