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insane clown posse – fuck regret كلمات اغاني

[intro: violent j]
sh_ggy the airhead on the beat
that’s right. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[verse 1: violent j]
yo, ninja, give them wicked clowns some eardrums, four minutes dude
we got some sh_t to spit and if you dig it say “f_ck that sh_t too”
i’m speakin’ on regret and beatin’ ourselves up over past mistakes
regrets are b_st_rds, snakes infectin’ brains, let’s blast ’em, clean the slates
f_ck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda bullsh_t, you don’t know sh_t, ho
you gots it backwards, would’ve wound up jack worse in a black he_rs_
no regrets, i’m spittin’ that, hoes regrets, skippin’ the track
regrets are poltergeists to the brain, satanic attack ([?])
f_ck lookin’ back, let’s look ahead, came from wack to fresh instead
my life was somethin’ to dread, now it’s better than hooker head
real time, (yeah) baby, no cassette, (mmm) you can’t rewind or forward sh_t (nope)
ain’t no pause to this life of yours but you can always hit eject
now you’re posted at your mama place, roasted, in a china vase
with you roasted, she don’t mind the sp_ce, a toast to your v_g_n_ face
once dead, you can forever look back and sweat what you wanna sweat
but while i’m livin’ my life alive, i’m screamin’ “f_ck regret!” f_ck regret!

[chorus: violent j & sh_ggy 2 dope]
choices, we make them, chances, we take them
some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
we don’t look back, ’cause so much we facin’
i always stay proud of myself, i’m yelling, “f_ck regret!”
choices, we make them, chances, we take them
some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
we don’t look back, ’cause so much we facin’
i always stay proud of myself, i’m yelling, “f_ck regret!”
[verse 2: sh_ggy 2 dope]
“man, if i only coulda_” f_ck that sh_t! you [wimp ?] b_tch, so what?
make up a hand sign that means “scrub life” and throw that sh_t the f_ck up
i got two fat b_tches, hippopotamuses, clearin’ thirty dishes
who gives a f_ck what i be doin’, if i made different decisions
i bump into good luck on daily, everywhere i go we meet again
it’s like the sh_t’s stalkin’ me, hawkin’ me, like it need a friend
it’s almost scary, very, like we got the same itinerary
i said, “what in the f_ck? it’s good luck! you again?” he told me, “call me larry”
so take your crystal b_lls, superstitions, intuitions, and visions
and f_ck out my face, unless you want a my_foot_in_your_ass collision
i’m sorry, some of the roads i took in life were dead ends
and if they f_cked you up somehow, kid, that wasn’t my intentions (nope)
if it was, you’d be dead, worms livin’ in your b_tch_ass b_tt cheek
so if you wanna trip on that sh_t, i kick your ass to this beat
i don’t dwell if anything go wrong, i’m just too strong, i move on
just finished this, spittin’ this verse, now my sh_t already wrote for the next two songs

- insane clown posse

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