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insane clown posse - 3:24 كلمات الأغنية

[violent j]
speak of our demise, you speak the tongue of the devil
every obstacle we cross, we advance another level
our towers ascend much higher than the skyline
so if you want beef, i got yours. why don’t you try mine?
friends becomes enemies because time surprises you
those who once idolize suddenly despisin’ you
later when asked who his influences were
suddenly he forgets, and his brains become a blur
you get sh-t on for all that you did and all the love
all the time you spent tryin’ to vouch he ain’t a scrub
keep your cronuts cause i’ma show go nuts when the times right
for now enjoy the limelight, we hittin’ from your blindside
and e don’t want no in-betweeners on our team either
see you walk home or get in the car packin’ a heater
that’s a ryder, the definition of a gunfight
try to pull one on me ill take your army out in one night
your’re gonna smash into a tree, cashed right on the corner
h-rn blowin’, everybody dead, early in the mornin’
’cause we shoot back, and like you got a fruit-packed center
all your blood comes squirtin’ out, when all the bullets enter
we some old-time gangstas from the southwest side
since i was 14, dreamt about committing homicide
but i never knew who ’til now, bang! bang! [?]
never thought i could really do it now i see how
everybody f-ckin’ pluckin’ from our tree. it’s time we guard the yard
that’s why i’m tellin y’all we reekin’ havoc next joker card
i’m sick a talkin’ bout love when don’t n0body show us none
except for juggalo ninjas that’s had our back from day one
sleeping giants, and when we ring the bells of war
you best believe it, it’s gonna be some h-ll to score
record sales, i give a f-ck whether we sell anymore
i’m more concerned about revenge and mobbin’ into your door
b-tches out promotin’ our shows, if i see that van again
i swear to god ill get to panicking and brandishing a ten
i ain’t no chopper, unless you talking about decapitation
all you f-ggots eating off us, causing more than aggravation
f-ck your flyers. pack your f-ckin’ sh-t up and beat it
if i catch you on our scene i’ll take a brick and make ya eat it
i got a love for everybody that was ever on the hatchet
and it’s gonna stay the same until we buried in a casket
i ride with myzery from the bronx back to the murder mitten
all the way out to la and back and never bullsh-ttin’
when it’s time to get forbidden whatever we committin
from a distance or a personal like a throat slittin’
plus my homies from the southwest side all down to ride
unleash ’em all to the battleground whenever we decide
dirty groundhogs out here all livin in our garden
it’s time we f-ckin harden, hit you with the beg your pardon
of a moose. gonna joe bruce gun to make your juice run
all over the walls behind you to remind you
this is our turf, and all that it’s worth is our takin’
it’s time you f-ckin’ fat piggies got blown into bacon
violent j and sh-ggy from day one, with the painted faces
quit rippin’ us off, always dreamin’ of tradin’ places
but you’ll never have what we got, we too far up the mountain
so stay the f-ck in home like a p-ssy and keep poutin’
jumpsteady, my brother, has been the keeper of the peace
but even he says that it’s time our f-ckin’ dogs are released -bark-
so let us pull the f-ckin’ guns out and see who f-ckin runs out
and see who stays on our side ready to ride
it’s time that we quit lettin’ all the bullsh-t slide
where the f-ck is our pride? raise from the dead if it died
i moved my family to safe ground, cause h-ll about to rain
i can’t front it feels good to go insane and bring the pain
and shake the f-ckin ground up my trigger fingers curled up
p-ss on ’em and don’t miss, buck buck buck buck
we hurt their feelings when we squirt their blood on the ceiling
wicked clowns with an axe to your neck. what’s more appealing?

[skit]
[guy] check it out, babe, the house of wax!
[girl] um no no
[guy] are you serious?!
[girl]honey i’m scared!
[guy] come on man!
[girl] well, if you’re not gonna support me, then i’m going home!
[guy] bye!
[girl] f-ck you!
[guy] what’s this? zen of love? wonder if he could tell me about my f-cked-up relationship

- insane clown posse

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