Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) lyrics
"Insane Clown Posse (ICP)-First Day Out Lyrics"
Paroled In 54 Lyrics
summer blood for fighting dogs mardi gras nineteen fifty-four OH NO he never liked lincoln at all my child i always thought the sun was just some hole in the sky till now as we float this corpse ashore paroled in 54' the four whores of the apocalypse laugh (laugh and laugh) houses bu
summer blood for fighting dogs mardi gras nineteen fifty-four OH NO he never liked lincoln at all my child i always thought the sun was just some hole in the sky till now as we float this corpse ashore paroled in 54' the four whores of the apocalypse laugh (laugh and laugh) houses bu
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
First Day Out
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Surrounded Lyrics
I was there when you shone as bright as Bethlehem from afar I was there when you were young and strong and perverted and everything that makes a young man oh you were a star I was there and I swear to god and on my mother's grave on everything
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'I was there when you shone as bright as Bethlehem from afar I was there when you were young and strong and perverted and everything that makes a young man oh you were a star I was there and I swear to god and on my mother's grave on everything
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it
Lili Marleen (French Version) Lyrics
Devant la caserne, quand le jour s'enfuit La vieille lanterne soudain s'allume e luit C'est dan ce coi l que le soir On s'attendait remplis d'espoir Tous deux, Lili Marleen Tous deux, Lili Marleen Et dans la nuit sombre nos corps enlacs Ne faisaient qu'une ombre lorsque je t'e
done bit youDevant la caserne, quand le jour s'enfuit La vieille lanterne soudain s'allume e luit C'est dan ce coi l que le soir On s'attendait remplis d'espoir Tous deux, Lili Marleen Tous deux, Lili Marleen Et dans la nuit sombre nos corps enlacs Ne faisaient qu'une ombre lorsque je t'e
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some '52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck da
Aspenglow Lyrics
See the sunlight through the pine Taste the warm of winter wine Dream of softly falling snow Winter skol, aspenglow As the winter days unfold Hearts grow warmer with the cold Memories that can't grow old Winter skol, aspenglow Aspen is the life to livet
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops*
"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"
See the sunlight through the pine Taste the warm of winter wine Dream of softly falling snow Winter skol, aspenglow As the winter days unfold Hearts grow warmer with the cold Memories that can't grow old Winter skol, aspenglow Aspen is the life to live
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops*
"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"