Insane Clown Posse

[fox69]

"Rosemary"

"Rosemary"


[intro]
Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this dress code bitch. i can dance
muthafucka. i can daaannncccee.
[verse 1]
i'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so i'm checkin the ground behind a
nightclub, i can hear the bump outside i hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and
i'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, i don't know where my meds went, they been spent and i'm bent, i
don't remember yesterday at all, i'm barkin at the moon as i'm pissin' on the wall, people grippin'
new cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards i'm like a bad man, holdin'
out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and i'm blackin' out just about to lose
all hope, i was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she was everything i
planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'
[chorus]
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and she shook it some
more she's groovy. She made me happy i tried to refrain I walk off but then i run right back i'm at it
again she's callin'
[verse 2]
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched full throttle right back
to the spot then i waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem,
hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary freind gone have to leave me alone cause this really
goin' down i feel it pullin me home knowin i'm a wicked clown i gotta throw it down, she pulled in her
and her fuck ass strolled in, i hit the pipe again and jump out the stolen, jumpin through back yards
clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go theres a throat slingin', and the way she danced
split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games i'm on the side of her house lookin in through
the back den and there she was with him again dancin'
[chorus x1]
[verse 3]
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint, i came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, i'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine
but i caught him in time i had to take his life with a steak knife, i washed it off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice i'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' i'm fuckin' straight out the
streets but i'm down with some frontin' i wanna tango, but instead i'm still outside the club and it's
all in my head.
[chorus x1]

 

[fox69]

"Run"

"Run"


(What's wrong)?
(Whut up homie)?
You got a lot of homies, I see that nice
I gotta kinda wonder if you stick like mice or not
When it gets hot who stays, who runs
Who be holding ground, who be bucking like shotguns
You gotta lot a muscle, would they tussle for you?
If there's shit going down would they hussle for you?
Tell me, if you get a number do the tables switch?
Are the type to leave them all hanging, and run like a bitch?
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry up,
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry,
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry up,
Run away boy,
Run away boy, HURRY!
(RUN)
Hurry boy go run and hide your ugly face
Hurry boy go run away where you can be safe
Hurry boy go run away, hope they dont give chase
Hurry boy just leave your friends, you need to be safe
(don't worry about them)
(let them come to us)
Give me a ?? I see that we down
But would you hold your ground if there was trouble around?
If muthafuckas dissing are you pissing in your pants or are you jumping in the mix
Like c'mon and dance?
Tell me this, would you take a bullet for me?
Do you have pride, tell me would you show it for me?
Or would you throw it to me, jump in your car and bail,
Like see you would'nt wanna be your pal
[CHORUS x3]

 

[fox69]

"Santa's A Fat Bitch"

"Santa's A Fat Bitch"


Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling
Horses, horses, horses, horses.
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

[gunshot]

Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell rinking bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon and Qupid
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh
I sat around all night under the chimney
Holding my sack like "gimme gimme"
I know that he's commin, he's comming he must
Lookin up nothing but rust, dust.
Turn on my TV the very next day I see your gettin payed
leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the building
Listen to my nine go click, Santa's a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Oh my undertaker)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah I got something to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe he never brought Shaggs shit
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, cause there ain't nothing in the cubbards
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
All I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones could you help me out
Should of known I'd get the short end of the stick
No kinda gift I didn't get shit
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
It's all because, Santa's a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa fuck you cause your a hoe)
Another year and I ain't got shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Roudolf that's the ghetto.
Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."
[Background:] Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling
horses, horses, horses, horses

Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friend
But Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh my way
Nothing but coal and dirt for little J
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
All the little rich boys they gettin payed
Counting the toys and duckets they made
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill that fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(He ate too much McDonald's)
Another year and I ain't get shit
(Mrs. Claus is a ho)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Slice that bitch in the big red coat)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the neighborhood Christmas and everythings whack
Not a creature sturrin but a fucking rat
I ain't hearing jingle bells I ain't hearing nothing
Ain't smelling no Turkey sure as hell ain't no stuffing
All that I payed, wished and prayed
That fat mother fucker would swing my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber balls
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house
There be no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(If I hear him land on my roof)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I ain't get shit
(I ain't ge-et shi-it)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

[record scratching]
"He's got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile,
A bright red hat you can see for a mile,
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin,
Here comes Santa Claus again."

 

[fox69]

"Scatter Brain"

"Scatter Brain"


Pay attention kid. Nail Gun. Don't you ever pay any fuckin' attention. (Don't panic) Ooh (Um)
Fucking Concentrate. (Scatterbrain) Unorganized cluster fuck. [Laughing] You need to think
about what the fuck you're doing (noises in the background) I'm working on something.
Miscellaneous (I'm not quite all there) If you just put some effort (scary not a nice guy) if
you cared (I'm trying to fucking concentrate) What the fuck is wrong with you
([mumbling:] and of course... the circus)

Where my swim suit at
The soups on in Argentina
Convalescent home patients serving me with subpoenas
Make sure you tell the fuckin' captain his legs are made of rubber
I got an apple for your forehead if I'm cleaning the shutters
Give me my turkey pass
Tradin' chops sticks with the hooligans
Snakes are in a submarine
I'll never go to school again
I stole you a Porsche 'cause your mama's a fox
I'm selling footwear insoles and I'm running three shops
Horrified jelly worms with electric infantago
Dinosaur crybabies cookin' shrimp in San Diageo
Full moons mean nothing without your roller skates
When the water runs dry and blood fills the great lakes
I'm a hired assassin but ice sculpture is art
And so I ride a horse everywhere returning shopping carts
It's raining fish flies on the east side and I'm rappin'
Slutty ass skanks get slapped for nappin' (umph)

I don't wanna know about the shit that matters
Skip-with shit I scatter my brain (I scatter my brain) [2x]

Throw your hands up
Kamikazes don't tell lies
With that watermelon foot bath they minds collide
Bitch, my knees been bald headed so download that
Ridin' on a Zamboni in my Danny Kaye hat
I'm the number one contender for a shot at the bible belt
I swam between piranhas and assaulted a patty melt
The red planet still remains in orbit
Leavin' trash piles cleaned up by A.J. Styles, Me, and J. Giles
Leopard shit in my yard
I took the yellow pill
I once stabbed a flamingo but it was only a fire drill
Meet me at the market for your kung fu prize
With that frozen ice firecracker (everybody rise)
Get your panties off ho this ship is ready to attack
Somebody get on the piano I'm calling John Cusack
And put ten on pump seven if your skills are tight
Make sure you bring a wet mitten 'cause its col col col cold at night

I don't wanna know about the shit that matters
Skip-with shit I scatter my brain (I scatter my brain) [4x]

[Laughter]

I scatter my brain

I I I scatter my brain

I don't wanna know about the shit that matters

I I I scatter my brain

I don't wanna know about the shit that matters

My brain

I scatter my brain (I scatter my brain)

I don't wanna know about the shit that matters
Skip-with shit I scatter my brain (I scatter my brain) [2x]

 

[fox69]

"Sedatives"

"Sedatives"


[Violent J]
I like to suffocate people and bite their necks
They got me in a place it ain't like the rest
And all you gotta do is to try to go for the neck

And it's sedatives, sedatives
Like this, slow down
Color smeared all around
Weird sounds using the mind of a clown
And the wicked one somehow spinnin' around
Movin' down the hallway with arms strapped down with sedatives

[Shaggy]
Hangin' all by the neck from the IV
Sedatives for the lively, stunnin' me
Ask me, no answer
I'm cuttin' your neck first chancer

[Violent J]
White walls, white floors, small rooms
After sedatives they become ballrooms
Crows fly by my window slow
Headed that way but lookin' at me though

Sedatives [8x]

[Shaggy]
I'm an accident, human malfunction at best
And I'm looking at this scalpel diggin' into yo chest, if I could only move but them sedatives
You know they savin' your life, them sedatives
Some of these other patients are strong as hell, suffercatin'
one creep took me long as hell, but I took his sedatives
Well I thought they were sedatives, but they were only medatives

[Violent J]
I fake pain and call'em over and play dead
And make a fist full of hair out the nurse lady's head
High on sedatives again put me in a tiny place, chin strap muzzle over my face
I threw a guy off the roof first day they admitted me, I was sedated and that when it hit me
The only time I'm at peace is when I ain't even there, God tell me when the fuck am I here?
My point, lobotomy, my shock therapy, come clean me, nurse take care of me
I suffercated the last two they sent in alone
They had to stick me in the chest with a shot of methadown
Recreation time we went to the courtyard, four guards in white and they might be important
And the sky is blue, and I can watch trees grow, watch leaves flow, and join a sedative show

[Shaggy]
And I even had my very own room these days
White straight jacket, padded walls, and pjs
But there are so many ways, and every stunt I pull, I even slammed my own mouth on a toilet bowl, for attention, maybe,
not to mention a sedative, even heard one guy say 'Why even let him live?'
There are probably no sedatives in hell, and that's the only reason why I'm alive still

[Violent J]
The witch is everywhere and I can see that y'all, stab one nurse in the neck with a straw, a plastic straw, yeah, it's flimsy and weak
But if you cork it with your thumb and hold it right [fweek]

[Girl]
I'm out here...

 

[fox69]

"Shock"

"Shock"


(Shock! Shock! Shock!)
Check my shit out on me
Give me a lobotomy
(Shock! Shock! Shock!)
Check my shit out on me
Give me a lobotomy
I ran outside tryna stop a civil
But they just laughed and almost killed me
My Face is bloody and my shoes are gone
Standing in traffic, What went wrong?
In my hand is an axe, weapon
Can't relax 'till I know what happened
How did I get to this location
Who the fuck am I chasing? Or are they in persuit of me? Either or I choose to flee
Runnin' on sidewalk, Spasmodic
Shirt's all bloody, No! Can't have it
Peel it off, I run inside somebody's house, I come to hide
Some kid playing his Xbox SCREAMED, but I'm still in shock
(Shock! Shock! Shock!)
Check my shit out on me, Give me a lobotomy
There's no escaping (Shock!) from my own head (Shock) It's so fucked up (Shock!)
Check my shit out on me, Give me a lobotomy
I choked a kid with his power cord, but he got away, oh lord
I ran upstairs behind the mirror
I'm looking for dope, it's clear
I've found some klonopin and downed the rest, about 10
Back outside, fat and bloody
Running from or looking for somebody
It don't matter, My brain's shattered
Swinging my axe like "hey batter"
The sun beating on my face, I hear the police pick up my pace
Into a strip mall, CVS
Home for dope, PBS
You see me coming and shut the gate, I ain't got time to fucking wait
I'm in Shock!
(Shock! Shock! Shock!)
Check my shit out on me, Give me a lobotomy
There's no escaping (Shock!) from my own head (Shock) It's so fucked up (Shock!)
Check my shit out on me, Give me a lobotomy
Out the back entrance I cut
Them klonopins are catching up
I tried to hop up over a wall
Backwards, back down I fall
I wanna pass out, but that can't happen
Keep running myself, I'm slapping
I'm getting dizzy, glass in the road
I stepped in it, it took it's toll
I hopped the fence onto the grass
2 backyards, looking through the glass
People watching television
They be like "Damn, Yes I'm wishing"
How I got here? Ain't got a clue
I laid on the lawn for a minute or 2 to catch my breath, just for a spell
Everything's fine, all is well...

 

[fox69]

"Shooting Stars"

"Shooting Stars"


[Violent J:]
Yeah motherfucker!
Stay right there.
[Chris Brown:]
I just wanna thank personal and foremost all the fans
For supporting me from day one.
My label,God, brothers sisters, family members.
Definitely everybody I see it
I drove all the way from Detroit
Back seat full of weapons
If I'd got pulled over they'd be dead in seconds
Without a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Staples Center
Tonight is the grammys...live
Don't got no ticket
But I ain't here to scream and applaud
I've come to kill Chris Brown and shock this industry crowd
Fuck 'em dead in his seat
Blow his guts out of his tux
He beat the hell out his women
And they still on his nuts
The fuckin message that is sending
Must have a bloody endin
Posing at security but he ain't safe from just pretendin
Bruno Mars on stage, cameras live TV
That bitch forgive him but still
He's gotta die to me
Big record companies, executives VIPs watchin
Probably cover up his head hookers
Big business applaulin
But the under ground below don't approve
And so he flex he had his chance on top he fucked up
Make room for the next
He stood up to applaud the show put on by Lady Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart into his throat like "gotcha"!
He fell back dead, stuck smilin, eyes open as the night went
They thought he was just dazed happy from all the excitment
BUT I KILLED HIM!
[Violent J]
What If I killed him?
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
A piggy has to have wings
Before it can fly

 

[fox69]

"Shout"
(feat. Blaze)
(originally by Tears for Fears)

"Shout"
(feat. Blaze)
(originally by Tears for Fears)



Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit, c'mon)
Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit)
In violent times
You shouldn't have to sell your soul
Stand up fight back
Let them muthafuckas know
Those hateful minds
That took you for a bitch you know
They push so hard
You shouldn't have to crack your jaw
You shouldn't have to swing at all
Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit)
You mind you own
And in return they gave you hell
They don't let up
You try to keep your cool but fail
Cuz all that pussy shit is stale
Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit, c'mon)
Everybody's on my case
They nicknamed me "can't get straight"
Say I'm in it up to here
While they all laugh
And point
Or stare
Inside I'm building up with hate
Pestering [?]
Have no place you've been on out
Poked and proded
Hear me shout
Fuck you who the fuck are you?
Beat you till your black and blue
Crack you in that bitch ass mouth
All my angers coming out
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit, c'mon)
And when you think it's all ok
They got you by surprise
And now you know they go to pay
Now you know they got to pay
Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit, c'mon)
Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off (fuck havin that shit)
Tellin em all to fuck off (fuck havin that shit, fuck takin that bullshit, c'mon)
Shout
Shout
Goin all out
This is the shit
One can do without
Fuck off
Tellin em all to fuck off

 

[fox69]

"Silence Of The Hams"
(feat. Esham)

"Silence Of The Hams"
(feat. Esham)



Silence of the hams squeal pigs
Split they wigs
Mr. bigs
This is gonna flip they lids
Screw you fucking bitch

Now me tell you something about my side of town
Pork chops get sauteed so they don't fuck around
You have the right to remain silent
I plead the 4 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent

And we high on Mary Jane enphadamies
Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans
I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K.
Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray away
4 Killas and a Lapro? Ham
We staying ice out like the abdominal snowman
Ain't no man no ham no goddamn coppa gonna drop me
I'll pop em with the heart stopper

Silence of the hams is what I burst
But first
Let me tell you what's worst
October 31st
Bloody Halloweens
Screams and police sirens
Rapid firing my auto mattic pistol
I pop Chris
And I pop crystals
Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Right out side your local tittie bars
These wicked stars

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper

So silence of the hams
Clint East I smell your cut
Lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt
Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
And chewed on his badge like some captain crunch
APB out on the juggalo
ICP and 3 insane search through the 313
You can't protect or serve me
Matter of fact ,you work for me
You fired faggot, FUCK THAT!

Me and D and T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope
Rear rear fuck that buck pat dun dun dun dun
Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching a flinging bloody bacon
Body dropping bitches singing preacher preaching fuckin faking
Booty heavy bitches waiting back at my house
I be anticipatin' putting dick in they mouth
Ain't no fuckin cop about to raid on my parade
When I been dreaming about killing a cop from 2nd grade

P-o-l-i-c-e me,
homi-c-i-d-e
You don't wanna see me
Red and blue lights talking on the CB
Luitenant and a rookie
Damn I gotta cookie
All through my shit they wanna take a extra lookie
Probably wanna book me
Off to jail they took me
I know I'm looking at alot of time without some nookie
ehehehehehh

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper

Boom boom boom (Switch)
Boom "Who the fuck is that?" It's E & J, Bitch
I don't give a fuck if you rap you gets no love
You can wrap your lips around my dick and suck faggot, what?
We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
Bring the pickit sign
Wicked rhyme d-time
It's raining diamonds
The sixth joker's card is in your front yard
Bitch don't be sccccured

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (Cop killaz, police killaz)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) (muthafucka don't test me)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (Insane Clown Posse and Esham)

Me and J SV what? ICP
OGin' ICP and. You know it

 

[fox69]

"Skitsofrantic"

"Skitsofrantic"


Skitsofrantic, don't panic
Leave me alone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
I hear people walking in the other room
Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen
Try to drive home, someone's in the back
Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
Flickin my ear, I know they're right there
But I can't see em in my mirror, uh
Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
Hiding under covers, they're trying get me
But I can tell one of them is under there with me
I got a phone call, I can't pick it up
Can't do a thing, just let it ring
Cause if I do, the phone will explode
I think I better leave him on hold

[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]

I better just chill, bitch get real
I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal
You want me dead so that you can get paid
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
I gotta kill them or they'll kill me
Who's these guys trying to walk down my street
He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'
I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker
The man next door try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house
Here come the cops, I don't know shit
How do I know you're legit, bitch?
I hate to say it, but fuck Mark Crem
Cause I can tell, he's just one of them
Every night I see him on my little TV
He's always looking at me, why?

[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]

Sittin in my room, everything's dark
I think I heard somebody fart
Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me
And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?
I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes
Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked clown
I'm down, straight skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X13]
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

No, you ain't getting none, bitch
This shit costs money
Oh, hey hey, kiddies
How are you liking the ride thus far?
Excellent
This next one is about that shit
That comes out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck
It's called the Smog
Ahahahahaha