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| Lyrics for the CD "Forgotten Freshness 1" |
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| "GHETTO ZONE" They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit You know its potent when the funky-ass beat hit Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point ICP out of southwest Detroit Running with a gang of 20 street hoods Hookers on my back cuz I'm selling them cheap goods Looking through the motherfucking alleyway They can't catch Violent crazy-ass psychopath J But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time Now I'm chillin in the back of car 49 Yes, rhyme grippin that metal They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto I look at all that and it makes me sick I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick So I grab anybody I can find Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you Killed two birds with one stone You're laying in the street with a bullet in your dome And to those hillbillies listening down south Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your banjo Cuz we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro Now the ICP stands alone in the southwest ghetto zone Ah, for Christ's sake Ah, you don't talk about that garbage here That's for the hell-hole where you come from This is the good part of town We let you deal with that type of bullshit Your problems don't concern us Go home now, well go on Southwest Detroit is condemned one's home The cops just don't know what to do Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and the PSR They got my back, O.G., you won't make it far I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt? Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto thug Fiends on the sac cuz I'm booming that crack I know you heard aloud what J said When I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead Know you can't argue with the truth If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth And I laugh at a motherfucking cop Sittin' with his fat ass in a donut shop At the party where the ICP shows take face Billy throws the handcuffs all over the place "We're here to protect and protect we do" Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you Cops are always beatin on someone Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run And the motherfucking black panthers know it That's why some cops now are catching a bullet I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll end the chase When Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face Mind your own in the southwest ghetto zone Hey, yo, G, who the fuck do you think you are, man? You know who you're fucking with the IC motherfuckin P, G Why don't you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers Yea, G, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that shit Come to Del Ray and drive by in shit The cops just don't know what to do These are my homeboys, vato See, are home right here is all we have, man I love them and they love me back, man Well I guess I'm a bad guy Cuz I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot And I rap to tell you how I'm feeling When I'm in the old spot sit and we reeling Through Del Ray, call it Hell Ray It's where ICP stay, yo G And the forces that always talk shit get beat And if I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseat Cuz if I feel I am mack dead In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a never had A thousand motherfucker in the back make the car saw Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag Rappin to a sac-chasing Heidi I told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Mazaratti Ever sell out to a freak, fuck no That why I'll tell ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho When the check comes I ignore it And the bitch is gonna ask me to fucking pay for it I give the ho an empty 12-pack Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back That's all I pay for bitch now get the fuck on ho Stick around I got something you can suck on ho Violent J won't be ganked By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer skank You gotta handle your own In the southwest ghetto zone ICP And to all the sets running in southwest Detroit Good luck and stay strong Latin Counts Young Guns CFP X-men To the Cobras And DT ICP They got uzis, they got shotguns They got explosives ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "SANTA'S A FAT BITCH Santa Claus, suck my balls Drunk as hell, ringing bells at the malls Dancer, Prancer, Nixon, and Cupid I'm a get stupid..haha..duh I sat around all night under the chimney Holdin' my sac like gimme gimme I know that's he's coming, he's coming, he must Lookin up nothing but rust, dust Turned on the TV the very next day I see you getting paid, leading the parade I'm that sniper on the building Listen to my 9 go click, Santa's a fat bitch! Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa Claus is a fat fucker) Another year and I ain't get shit (another year, I ain't get shit) If I hear him land on my roof (oooh, my undertaker) I'm a bust your ass in the tooth Yeah, I got something to say about Saint Nick Fuck that ho, he never brought jack shit No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal So I eat, cuz there ain't nothing in the cupboard So I'll be quick, quick and brief All I need for christmas is my two front teeth I got mine kicked, kicked out my mouth I need a few new ones could ya help me out? Should of known I get the short end of the stick No kind of gift, I didn't get shit Some say I was bad, but that wasn't it It's all because, Santa was a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch (he's gonna fuck you and then your mom) Another year and I ain't get shit (another year, I ain't get shit) If I hear him land on my roof (big red bitch, you're gonna die) I'm a bust your ass in the tooth Ho Ho Ho Don't go that way, Rudolph That's the ghetto Those boys and girls don't deserve anything Santa Claus, Santa Claus, where ya been? I see ya got cookies and milk on your chin I guess you had time to collect your ends You always been down for your rich friends But Rudolph he don't bring the slay my way Nothing but coal and dirt for Little J I guess ya couldn't fit down a chimney shaft You need to lose some of that fat ass, uh All the little rich boys, they get paid Counting their toys and dunkets 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 (too much McDonalds) Another year and I ain't get shit (Mrs. Claus eat my balls) If I hear him land on my roof (fat dead bitch in a big red coat) I'm a bust your ass in the tooth Twas the night before Christmas and everything's whack Not a creature sturring 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 night I prayed, wished and prayed This fat motherfucker would swing my way And drop of soldiers and rubber balls But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers Yep, yep, I knew, the shank again And again and again and again and again Every year I wake up to the same old shit House, and 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 tooth Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa Claus is a fat bitch) Another year and I ain't get shit (I ain't get shit) If I hear him land on my roof (coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo!) I'm a bust your ass in the tooth He got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile A bright red hat you can see for a mile A big full of goodies and a great big grin Here comes Santa Claus again... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "CLOWN LUV" Gangsters banging, nuts straight hanging Chillin in the alleyway, signs straight beeming Up in the air, I hear they don't care Get your motherfucking melon busted for a stare Love pumping through the heart, flowing through the veins Pop a motherfucker like it ain't no thang Blood-shot eyes from puffing on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that love Rolling through the hood, top caught down Car packed so full is almost fuckin on the ground Macks with the homies spittin on the hoes Stop in the store for a cold 4-0 Grabbin on your balls, straight slingin stones Fuck the gang squad try to kick me out my home Check my neck and I got yours Cuz roll with your set and keep that clown luv Throw your signs in the air (hey!) What's that I don't check I don't care (ho!) Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere (hey!) Cuz much clown luv is in here "Hey Holmes, what's that you claimin?" I'm in the rhyming game, wicked clown bangin I'm just a motherfucker that's down for the cause You can suck on my balls unless you got clown luv Put em up, throw em up, let me see them motherfuckers Flip em up, flip em down, flip em around motherfuckers Mind don't walk from breathing on the smog I'm all up in this shit, like as if my name was frog Damn, I heard a shot, but I got luck The motherfuckers missed, now it's time to shoot em up Here come the siren, I hear them getting close Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost If you wanna stay and get beat by a pig Fuck that shit cuz where I live My boys got my neck and I got their's Cuz I'm true to my set, bitch, clown luv Throw your signs in the air (hey!) What's that I don't check I don't care (ho!) Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere (hey!) Cuz much clown luv is in here Hey, what the fuck you looking at man My rag, my flannel or the club in my hand Well, here go ahead, take a closer look .............Thanks for the wallet, bitch Give me them dunkets motherfucking child I'm too busy doing other things like hangin with my mob Crew got my neck when push comes to shove Never sell out your set and keep that clown luv Throw your signs in the air (hey!) What's that I don't check I don't care (ho!) Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere (hey!) Cuz much clown luv is in here ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "DOG BEATS" Inner City Posse got the dog beats ICP, we got the dog beats No, you don't stop with the funk from the old days Startin on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the dog beats Inner City Posse and we playin for keeps And I know that you likin this funk Cuz I can hear my voice comin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leave it unattended I'm a take the mother Two to the do, to the OPE Hitting 03 with the ICP I like bass treble and the temp stuff Throw, kick it in the back of a Seventy Bus With that 40 oz, or that strong bull Shooting craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hitting and we'll keep it at that You out, Joe, no, I'm TOO DOPE for that Rollin and I'm headed for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright Weight tank top Keep rolling cuz I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy, if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them mo' money Trucks to the buckers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dog Beats Bow-wow-wow yippie yo yippie yay Bow-wow yippie yo yippie ya Street lights blaring out the windshield Man, cold ceggers on the general wheels Six pack in the back and I'm drowsin Keep the sounds up if I escape 1000 2 Dope gotta kick his own style Homemade kicker box for the ICP Make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse got a bad rep Like my man on the crutches took a big step And I can't stand a neighborhood menace So I slow chill like Rockie Dennis Bass in the car somethin stack I know you hear me boomin in Pontiac Everyone's braver when the bass rock So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with a white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate the Mack Chillin by my side cuz my posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Sold a car radio and the tape was in it Sounds bring a life to the streets The ICP got the Dog Beats Inner City Posse got the dog beats Waitin at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point they wave they stare they look I been jocked so hard, I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddys (3x) Smooth plush rides in a velvet Caddy All the way live down to Jefferson Inner City Posse got the best of them Rewind your tape and your system eat Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats Bow-wow-wow yippie yo yippie yay Bow-wow yippie yo yippie ya ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "SOUTHWEST STRANGLA" Slowly crawling from the mud Bones are cracking, rusty blood Hallowicked, take the pain Slowly slumping through the rain Barely breathing cracking voice Only God will make the choice Of who will die and how we'll punish Not a jury or a judge Ah, make way for the lunatic I wanna stop, I try but I can't quit I want necks two or three, maybe four To squeeze again and again and squeeze some more See a dolly walking down the Beaulavard Then she'd turned, she makes my nutsac hard I don't know what about my mental state They might find the bitch dead floatin in a lake Hey babe, jump in, toots Hungry? Well I got some nuts Oh shit, she's sucking on my wang Then something goes snap, bang Squeeze, bitch, haha, die Her neck long skinny like a french fry So I twist, turn, tangle Then I strangle, cuz I'm the southwest strangla I'd just like to say to the family members That I'm terribly sorry I know you'll never forgive me For what I've done to your loved ones And now I'll pay for my crime I know I can never bring them back But I want you to know that I'll miss them Just as much as you I never knew them personally But I'll miss em I want necks, long tall Skinny, any old neck at all Renae, Jenny, Penny, Cindy, Sue I want necks so I go to the zoo I choke a pelican I gets pecked I choke an ostrich long ass neck But I'd rather be killing at the prom I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom Hello, miss, I hurry home quick All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit Worry not, I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear her neckbone snap ha! Why me? Hey, I'm sweating Convulsion, delusions, confusions, psycho All I wanna do is kiss you goodbye Before I mangle ya, cuz I'm the southwest strangla I really can't explain the way that I feel Sometimes when I kill someone I feel warm inside I feel that I've accomplished something Like I've done something good with my life But then when I look at what I'm saying I feel like, well, I feel like some kind of nut case I know I shouldn't be saying that about myself Not really Psychopathic Seventeen dead Just skitsofrantic, don't panic Psychopathic Seventeen dead I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away I got the southside scared cuz I'm weird I was a freak in the second grade I had a beard I sit alone in the back of the art class And draw necks with a big red gash I never thought I'd be a lunatic A disgrace, I dropped out a mental case I quit school but I never left the hall I grab kids, drag em in between the wall You hear em scream echo through the gym class You hear me choking bitches up in the vent shaft They call me the ghost of the badlands But I'm really just a killer with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck there Until brains pop jell out your out your fuckin ears Bury ya in my backyard, wicked Twisted spine, broken bones, cuz I'm the strangla I know I don't deserve any special treatment from any of you But I would like, I would like just one last request Before you execute me If possible, it's not really much I would just like an ice cold 2-liter of Faygo Oh thank you (slurp) Fry me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "RED CHRISTMAS" Jingle my motherfucking balls, bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this motherfucker Yo, Violent J, what's up?!! It's Christmas, it's time for a song Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my slay Make way for jolly Saint J Climb down the chimney for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmey down shimmey down what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do, I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack But I have to shimmey on down Santa Claus Clown can't fuck around, nah Living room, shhh, I creep Tippy toes cuz they asleep I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall I gotta gift for all y'all What's that, I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real Saint Nick And he musta been taking a shit But regardless, I better move quick now So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around and got my damn neck broke He's strapped, he shot, he didn't miss Ho ho ho, I had a red Christmas I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas The kind you'll never ever get Cuz if you have fun at Christmas That means you're dead and that's the end Merry, merry Christmas, you fuckin chump Season's greetings, loser Yo, 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, huh, but fuck dat Ain't gotta home so he nibbles on my nutsac And my butt-crack, toes, and elbows My nose is froze, fuck you hoes So, I made a friend like me, a snowman He was down with the clown like a pro, man Had a hat and eyes out of charcoal And a pipe, we filled it with Indo Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate corn flakes And we both would freeze are balls off I was there every time his head falls off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made him from a snowpile Then the storm came, huh a blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled through, we hid in an alley The next day it was like Sunny Valley He was melting and I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm a die, you should come with me Cuz we're boys" and hit me Damn, I'm dying, I'm dead He got his wish And alls I got is another red Christmas Silent night, violent fight Now I'm dead, wound to the head Christmas this year seems so whack Happy New Year, bitchboy Eh, I gotta New Year's resolution For your chicken-faced momma to Kiss my motherfucking ass Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Ask your fuckin momma, bitch The ICP don't play Wicked clown, wicked clown Bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back, just suck my sac And fiddle with my balls Yeah, ICP Southwest for life Christmas time, ya know what I'm sayin Mr. Kris Kringle Motherfucker, never gave me shit I'm a slap you cross you red ass face, motherfucker Southwest down ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "HEY VATO" If your nuts hang and you bang with a gang Then tell me are you down with the clown? (Hey!) "Hey, bitchboy. What are you doing around here, you little bitch? Don't you know you're on clown ground, bitchboy. Forks up, forks down, we all got clown love, bitchface. Eh, what's your name?" "Richie" "Bitchy! You down with the clown, Bitchy? You better run your little bitch-ass home, you little punk-ass bitch!" Smelly air that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick Every time it gets inside your brain Psycho sick insane Whose to blame for what they've done Ain't the one, paint the gun I'm that juggaluga locoroni Best to leave me lonely Some will say I'm in a gang Gun to bang, nuts to hang Like the wicked jokers down river Quick to cut your liver Sometimes bangers send me doom Boom boom boom shalock lock boom I'm the other gang that's the offender But you best remember It don't matter which you pick Cuz they sick, psycho sick They'll all cut your richie ass up, bitch Cuz they got much clown luv Hey vato You're fucked I guess ya don't know Never come around here Hey vato Yeah, bitch, it's all about clown luv Much clown luv If your nuts hang and you bang with a gang Then tell me are you down with the clown? (Hey!) I like riding on your daughties Drinking forties at clown p |
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