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Artist: Icp (Insane Clown Posse)
Album: Great Milenko

Lyrics

"Does this excite you? think about it!
Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can conceive any structure to compare to the mansions
Above
Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion?
There'll be no concern about paying for it;
It's already taken care of
There'll be no worry about being moved out of it. it will be yours forever."

I got shot, bahh! the murder was heinous
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot
And I'm sittin in a '64 marquece
With shaggy dope written on the car keys
I look around I can't believe that it's possible
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they mama got clownlove
Japanese, lebenese, and chinese
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (hoo hoo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers
I see my old homey, he died in a drag
Chillin with two bitches, "what up, shag?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it
And to think, I always been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back, to wonder why
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We all gonna die. but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no
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I was born. first they threw me in a shitpile
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
No water, it's faygo on tap
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit' it
Cuz I can, cuz I'm fat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks 'round wit' her titties hangin' out
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off. (hoo hoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
Jimi hendrix, selena, and easy-e
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off because he sounded like butt, there's no fights it's a perfect match, hillbillies in a crowd tryin ta cabage patch. and to think ive always been afraid to die but I aint ever goin back. to wonder why

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(Intro bit)
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin', hey
Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way
And a roman candle stickin' in ya butthole
That's where the greedy snake mutha fuckas go
This is all hell now, we livin' in it
But this bullshit'll be over in a minute
Then it's off to the faygos and nedin hoes
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo)
And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend
He's chillin' up there paid gettin' mad ends
He's probably there tryin' ta figure out why you're sad
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad
And for those who ain't down for the next man
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can
And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya somthin'
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin'
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(Break)
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(Chorus out)

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Great Milenko" album track list