half like a tree stump, out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what
a tree stump, out there (Chorus) Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling
Traducere: Insane Clown Posse. Acolo.
and two is tellin stories Bout beatin down niggas for the glory Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town Everybody gettin high tryin hard to clown
J What's up player? You know they don't like juggalos over there Right $50 bucks says you don't get nothin Man, let me tell you somethin Check this out
target Which means you can be hit And the quickest lickity split Lay down in the ground Surrounded by a casket That I built Out of warped woods
feeds off herself Why do I think of Amy in this way? She was once a lovely girl running out to play Maybe it's all a dream insane fanatic Maybe there'
the spear up into the sky, as fuckin hard as i could, i threw it into sky. I sprayin mace up there I throw m-80s up there, Im shooting everything i
wife around And buys his way in and out of everything Let's see how Mr. Toughguy fairs up in the amazing maze [Violent J] What up bitch? I'm Violent J
bitch invading on our residence And Ima smack you in the mouth knock your teeth down ya throat When ya spiting up blood the shit is coming out ya nose Cause today theres
a moving target Which means you can be hit And the quickest lickity split Lay down in the ground Surrounded by a casket That I built Out of warped
the left to break his neck but his head spun all the way around and that was fuckin it i was outta there i seen another comin out the grave zombies beggin
chicky freak if ya wanna be down Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown Kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels to your face And
Southwest. Street hood. Spit on. Ripped off. No hoes. Pro wings. No real. Gold rings. Lips swoll. Chin rocked. Eyes in them "O" rings. Street clown. No
woke up with a bloody bitch dead in the bathroom My wicked shit praise that I heard through the days Somehow now relays my new murderous ways Violent J's not around but Moon Glorious is there
Will be with you forever more The number is (four) I've come to relate I never saw the gate All I saw was hate So the number is (eight) Everywhere I go there
human heads pam, jennifer, hubert, and ted I even put one in the shower water comes out the mouth I keep a few around the yard when i feel like goin out
And we turn corrupt TIL WE BURNING LOVELY Judge Shaw was a judge snake holes are his eyes there go another judge, another judge, somebody dispise and there
