Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
"Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-Tilt-A-Whirl Lyrics"
Saturday Night Cock Fight Lyrics
Allright, all you bloody bastards Better hold on tight Oh yeah It's Saturday night Cockfighting rumbles' Going all night, alright Tonight Oh yeah, it's cock-fighting Saturday And I say Oh say oh All night, I'm gonna fuck or fight it's my way, it's alright tonight Oh it's Saturday night Oh I'm getting high and I say Alright so high At midnight
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Tilt-A-Whirl
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly
I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin now
And still won't die (try me)
Wicked clowns never (never) die, whut
Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap 'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic straight up find 'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cuz we abou
Allright, all you bloody bastards Better hold on tight Oh yeah It's Saturday night Cockfighting rumbles' Going all night, alright Tonight Oh yeah, it's cock-fighting Saturday And I say Oh say oh All night, I'm gonna fuck or fight it's my way, it's alright tonight Oh it's Saturday night Oh I'm getting high and I say Alright so high At midnight
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Tilt-A-Whirl
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly
I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin now
And still won't die (try me)
Wicked clowns never (never) die, whut
Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap 'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic straight up find 'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cuz we abou
Lilah Lyrics
I can see the light in the window Faded jag is parked in the drive As we left it, love was the question Not just a good time She's the type who begs to go slowly Leads me on in the sneakiest ways But somehow she'd rather be lonely Love's a big game Lilah Cover your tracks Like a liar Knowing inside you're on fire What's gonna happen to you?
t to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins
They: all: die: die:
They: all: die: die:
Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck the line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Hafta mingle with the poor
Here you go sir have a seat
You've got to take this ride, it's neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul
Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over
They: all: die: die:
They: all: die: die:
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak*
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We can go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap'em up then start the show
This time speed i
Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give'em nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough now another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell
They: all: die: die:
They: all: die: die:
[*background*]
Round and round and round you go
[*background*]
Yo, the dark carnival will never die.
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'.
We wish we die, we hope we die.
The only problem is,
We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker!
[*Chorus till fade*]
I can see the light in the window Faded jag is parked in the drive As we left it, love was the question Not just a good time She's the type who begs to go slowly Leads me on in the sneakiest ways But somehow she'd rather be lonely Love's a big game Lilah Cover your tracks Like a liar Knowing inside you're on fire What's gonna happen to you?
t to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins
They: all: die: die:
They: all: die: die:
Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck the line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Hafta mingle with the poor
Here you go sir have a seat
You've got to take this ride, it's neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul
Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over
Kill or Be Killed Lyrics
Kill or be killed, in a battle field Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill Kill or be killed, in a battle field Live how you die, nigga, choose how you live Kill or be killed, in a battle field Live how you die, nigga, die how you live Kill or be killed, in a battle field Die by the skill, dawg, these streets are too real
the neighborhoodKill or be killed, in a battle field Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill Kill or be killed, in a battle field Live how you die, nigga, choose how you live Kill or be killed, in a battle field Live how you die, nigga, die how you live Kill or be killed, in a battle field Die by the skill, dawg, these streets are too real
They: all: die: die:
They: all: die: die:
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak*
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We can go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap'em up then start the show
This time speed i
Get Off My Block Lyrics
Busta Rhymes: Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin When we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your
t up some moreBusta Rhymes: Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin When we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your
Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give'em nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough now another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell
They: all: die: die:
They: all: die: die:
[*background*]
Round and round and round you go
[*background*]
Yo, the dark carnival will never die.
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'.
We wish we die, we hope we die.
The only problem is,
We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker!
[*Chorus till fade*]