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insane clown posse – mighty mote كلمات اغاني

[intro]
today’s story is sponsored by psychopathic records. icp is back to make evil d_cks cry. this story highlights why people love revenge

[verse 1: violent j & sh_ggy 2 dope]
born and raised with nothin’ at all but [?]
my entire life stank f_ck, it’s like my sh_t stuck
each and every f_ckin’ day suck, a redneck named buck
f_cks my mom but he’s a fake f_ck, his beer can struck
hits my forehead, wake up, the fat pig drunk
don’t wanna call him daddy, make us
get in paul’s truck, time for school, you don’t take us
i’ll ride the d_mn bus, i ain’t never been late once
well, leave early then, ’cause sh_t, your mama bust a grеat nut
[?], boy

[interlude 1]
am i? ain’t this some bullsh_t. what happens next?

[verse 2: violent j]
man, i hatе the bus, the bus drive, and all the bus riders
i especially hate nick the f_ckin’ pr_ck beside us
he yells “move!” slaps my lid off and some kid behind us
who gets so mad, he tells and goes home with a swelled_up shiner
and if that d_ck nick forgets his chick, he’s quick to remind him
they ditch our sh_t out the back window, slips our books and binders
i heard they may have 69’d in a cinema [?] recliner
and his phone got pics of a pringles can to the lid up in her v_g_n_
[interlude 2]
ha ha ha!

[verse 3: violent j]
got to school with all of them
jocks, g_ys, goths, chills, g_ngb_ngers, and others
rockers, skaters, emo trippers, all hate the mouth brothers
the feardest, weirdest, most revered, we’re shucked and mirrored
d_cks speared was long and pointy, while skeets were squared
i’m sellin’ pot in a jar with a knot in my palm, in came
d_ck and skeet mouth, i got swirly’d and beat down
surely i will retreat now, still blurry, in defeat [?]
what worries me is somehow it’ll all repeat again tomorrow
god d_mn it

[interlude 3]
dude, your life sucks

[verse 4: violent j, violent j & sh_ggy 2 dope]
the bed hits my wall all night as buck is f_ckin’ my mom
(oh!) ignore it, readin’ a comic book
i see the heroes, defeatin’ crooks
i thought about suicidin’ it, but who am i to quit
that’d be like me straight as a razor ridin’ a d_ck
i peeped this ad in the back: need revenge?
there’s ten thousand ways, within the mighty mote, you’ll be amazed
bullies kickin’ sand in your face? then just delete ’em!
defeat ’em, beat ’em, sh_t, you can cook ’em and eat ’em
are you a wimp, a shrimp, a simp with a limp?
send six sixty_five to mighty moe plus a dime to ship
i hit accept and fell out dreamin’ of k!llin’ them dorks
woke up with a box on my chest, straight from the yum yum fun court
ripped it open, it’s a_ what is it? a remote control!
aimed it for the wall and hit send and blew an open hole
morning jogger out there, stunned, i rewinded his ass
he ran backwards three times as fast
i’ma have a blast
[interlude 4]
revenge. those people, i’ll get ’em. revenge is mine

[verse 5: violent j & sh_ggy 2 dope]
takin’ my life back, this mother f_cker buck’s way fat
i’ll cut him no slack, on the toilet where he stay at
i’m pressin’ plus, zap, he’s gettin’ bigger, hear the weight crack
the floorboards snap! how’s your cut back on the late snacks?
i’m like an [amtrak ?], he stuck in the door, the frame crack
he [?] plus, zap, he’s so big, [?] strain back
can’t hold ’em all back, he reached a point he can’t remain at
and finally neck splat, all over the block it rain fat
sweet!

[interlude 5]
d_mn! dude got f_cked up

[verse 6: violent j]
with this f_ckin’ mighty mote i could destroy the whole f_ckin’ bus
the bus driver, and the bus riders
instead i’m only k!llin’ nick and his dumb b_tch beside us
he yelled “move!” but i stayed in place
then aimed and flipped the channel, turned his head into a scr_t_m with his face
the mighty mote has one red b_tton, an exclamation point
aimed it for his b_tch’s neden, it didn’t disappoint
her p_ssy hole became a suction machine
her feet and legs flew up her neden and left her folded like a chicken wing
[interlude 6]
_laughing_

[verse 7: violent j]
finally got to school with them
jocks, g_ys, goths, chills, g_ngb_ngers and others
told ’em all, tell the mouth brothers they dead mother f_ckers
the feardest, weirdest, most revered, were shucked and mirrored
d_ck and skeet mouth about to be smeared, deleted, and cleared
in the john, mighty mote in my palm, in came d_ck and skeet mouth
i paused ’em, kicked ’em both in the b_lls some, give ’em each a beatdown
i turned they volumes down ’til they was four inches tall
unpaused ’em, scooped ’em up and flushed ’em down the sh_ttiest stall

[outro]
_laughing_

- insane clown posse

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