Icp (insane Clown Posse) lyrics
Icp (insane Clown Posse) lyrics
"Guts On The Ceiling Lyrics"
Look What We Have Lyrics
LOOK WHAT WE' D HAVE (IF YOU WERE MINE) YEAH, GIRL, LOOK WHAT WE' D HAVE CHECK THIS OUT ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLEASE YOU BABY FOR YOU I WOULD GO THAT EXTRA MILE GIV
LOOK WHAT WE' D HAVE (IF YOU WERE MINE) YEAH, GIRL, LOOK WHAT WE' D HAVE CHECK THIS OUT ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLEASE YOU BABY FOR YOU I WOULD GO THAT EXTRA MILE GIV
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking head blew up
My chins in an old man's backyard
I gotta sneak threw his yard
To find the fothermucker
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I'll never be one to boast
But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost
Cuz my head exp
Id Love To Write Another Song Lyrics
I'd love to write another song But nothing seems to come I'd love to write another song To carry me along Make some money, pay the bills Keep me busy too I'd love to write another love
lodedI'd love to write another song But nothing seems to come I'd love to write another song To carry me along Make some money, pay the bills Keep me busy too I'd love to write another love
And my brains unloaded
All over this beautiful city
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyeball stuck to the wall
Right next to my splattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains
My head's all over the block
Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock
Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?
It blew apart but I still ain't dead
I get no r
Goofus Lyrics
I was born on a farm out in Iowa A flaming youth I was bound I would fly away I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear I made up tunes on the sou
spectI was born on a farm out in Iowa A flaming youth I was bound I would fly away I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear I made up tunes on the sou
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
But I'll still chilling
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
[Chorus X4] I'm chillin, I'm illin
With my guts all over the ceiling
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking back blew up
If you come across a spine
Best believe it's mine
Oh, forget about my
Serious Lyrics
oh woman you make me feel like I'm on fire oh woman you make it real it's the only way for me so if we sometimes fight doesn't mean we got problems ain't always black and white tongue
Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs
I lost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs all in the street
Then the chit-chat went dead
She noticed that I ain't got no head
Shhh, I think I hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark
oh woman you make me feel like I'm on fire oh woman you make it real it's the only way for me so if we sometimes fight doesn't mean we got problems ain't always black and white
Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs
I lost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs all in the street
Then the chit-chat went dead
She noticed that I ain't got no head
Shhh, I think I hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark