Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
"Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-Beverly Kills Lyrics"
Ol Rag Blues Lyrics
(LancasterLamb) When you look into a mirror tell me what do you see? Is it Pictures of Lily crying, you know what I mean? I've been livin' high, I've been livin' low Like a bird in the sky this is the way to go What you gonna do with those faded blues you wear? What you gonna do with those ol' rag blues? What you gonna do with those ol' blue jeans you wear? Ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues Did you think it was forever? Well now you know The summer sun keeps shining, shine through the blue I've been livin' high, I've been livin' low Never give up tryin', oh no, no, no What you gonna do with those faded blues you wear? What you gonna do with those o
(LancasterLamb) When you look into a mirror tell me what do you see? Is it Pictures of Lily crying, you know what I mean? I've been livin' high, I've been livin' low Like a bird in the sky this is the way to go What you gonna do with those faded blues you wear? What you gonna do with those ol' rag blues? What you gonna do with those ol' blue jeans you wear? Ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues, ol' rag blues Did you think it was forever? Well now you know The summer sun keeps shining, shine through the blue I've been livin' high, I've been livin' low Never give up tryin', oh no, no, no What you gonna do with those faded blues you wear? What you gonna do with those o
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Beverly Kills
Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns
Circus sound, painted frown
Carnival of carnage creeping round
I'm Violent J and I'm sick
They try to run me down but ya know I'm too
slick
And I slip and slide like a slinkie
Slip and slide with my twinkie
Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists
I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo
And you'd be fucked up if that was really
voodoo
Come see the one at the show of your life
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack
But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd
ever know
And we packin' that funk
With a snap and a clap and a jump jump
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown
Kiss the clown
Stop the bus
Violent J comes out
Barrels to your face
And blow your fucking face off
Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh
Happen to catch me a Beverly show
Body fell asleep but my mind goes on
Welcome to the world
You Go Now Lyrics
"time in london now exactly 3:30 in the morning so quite a little while to go so i'm sure you'll enjoy some sleep perhaps watch a movie and enjoy some food not much more to tell you really um there are um start again you can't feel anything unless you're paying attention and if you're in a situation like breaking your leg in a burning building then your attention is on getting out of that building and only once your outside does the leg begin to hurt so in many of these situations what"
of juggla's dome "time in london now exactly 3:30 in the morning so quite a little while to go so i'm sure you'll enjoy some sleep perhaps watch a movie and enjoy some food not much more to tell you really um there are um start again you can't feel anything unless you're paying attention and if you're in a situation like breaking your leg in a burning building then your attention is on getting out of that building and only once your outside does the leg begin to hurt so in many of these situations what"
First day I enrolled at the high school
Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"
"Stand up and say your name, tell us about
yourself"
My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell
Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya
Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker
To the next class don't wanna be late
Finna ask Brenda on a little date
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the money-ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk
How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya
Over rover, do me like Dundy
I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank
And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head
in the fish tank
Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker
Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out
Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell
Amiga ma?a, lo sa, sa?lo vives por al, que lo sabe tambian, pero al no te ve como yo, suplicarte a mi boca que diga que me confesado entre copas que es con tu piel con quien suea?a de noche y que enloqueces con cada bota?n que te desabrochas pensando en su manos. a?l no te ha visto temblar, esperando una palabra, alga?n gesto un abrazo. a?l no te ve como yo suspirando, con los ojitos abiertos de par en par, escucharme nombrarle. !Ay, amiga ma?a! lo sa y al tambian. Amiga ma?a, no sa qua decir, ni qua hacer para verte feliz. a?jala pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad, que es lo que a al le hace falta, llenarte los bolsillos de gue
Throwing up children on Del Ray smell
Fuck those fucking fucks, uh
Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks
Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills
I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
Where's that other little rich little fag
Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him
I know my boys make the bass go boom
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys
room
"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're
so hot."
Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo
bottle
Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face
Road him down the bumpy chase
Can I hear him breathe one last note
Stuffed his back down his throat
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, stop that fucker!
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!
Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the
shit
Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
Funk down your legs and up to your belly
But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me
Let me him man, you're finna kick the can
"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to
die anyway.
Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya
know what I'm
saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You
finna die."
Okay, cuz I'm not a raper
But ya still make morning paper
Kelly found dead in her bathroom
Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room
No, Kelly found dead in her backyard
Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card
Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her
Oh no, principal know what I'm about
Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking
Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the
bodies
Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho
Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss
Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus
Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels
Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels
Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands
Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan
And straight busted my face on the street
And here come the police...ya know