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Icp (insane Clown Posse) - "17 Dead"
Why must my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, Ive got work to do
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you cant paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadnt no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin sucked
But you news wouldnt know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
Im a cut your daddys neck, you little fuckin nerd
I dont give a fuck where youre from boy
So dont tell me cuz I dont give a fuck
Its all about whats going on in your head
Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cuz somehow theres another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
Im a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed theres another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
dead bodies
But Im straight with that
Just dont be leaving your guts in my car n shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I cant do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
Im gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They aint so bad
I mean theyre all over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they dont be fuckin with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker dont be nothing like your daddy
Cuz hes nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it dont work like that
Knock at your door and its me running slug bat
Im a stick it to your fuckin nugget
About seventeen times and youre gonna love it
motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who cant make ends meet
You dont know now but thats the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cuz Im a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it dont bother you (3x)
Well, ya know Violent Js kinda wicked
If theres a booger in my nose Im a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you aint jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsack
Well, Im Shaggy and Im in the house
You dont think so, Ill put a brick in y
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