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letra de 24 (dj clay remix) - insane clown posse

“die b-tch! f-ckin’ diiiiie!”

all night! find me, robbin’ your jewels
settin’ fires, damagin’ and breakin’ into schools
in the darkness! it’s much easier to be heartless
break the window out the lincoln, and screwdriver-start this
muggin’ people, droppin’ on em’ from street lights
stab em’ with garden tools or beat em’ with pipes
so don’t come out, stay inside cozy and tucked
and if i’m breakin’ in, you’re old lady’s gettin…f-cked!

all day! car jacks, get out the van
as soon as they step out, i pop em’ anyway (blaaam!)
i rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold
i know it’s nothing but it’s something when it’s bustin’ at your nose
sunny days! i hit up the beach with cleats on
and stomp b-tches in the -ss tryin’ to tan in they thongs
all day! see me f-ckin’ hookers at truck stops
and then i k!ll em! cuz that’s where my buck stops

all night! i’m wicked and i got the power
blood sheds on the wall during the witching hour
in the darkness…see me drive by in an impala
draggin’ some f-ck-ss by the foot and hear him holla
in the nighttime! i take what’s rightfully mine
i run thru emergency rooms and sever life-lines
f-ck the limelight, i’m the one i need to impress
with a double dip ax-swingin’ chop to your chest

all day! i’m sellin’ c0ke laced joints to little kids
i’m a clown in a milk truck handlin’ biz
in the sunshine! i been known to take shots at the po
i’m in the bushes with the camoflouge on and rifle scope
all day! i’m wicked, i keep it horrifying
ax murdered some kid and his dad kite-flying
i knocked the f-ckin’ mailman out on the gr-ss
and burned holes in his face with a magnifying gl-ss

all night! i fly like a vampire bat
ax murder people tellin’ stories where the campfire’s at
blame it on the moonlight or blame it on the boogie
i shot the motherf-ckin’ sheriff and his deputy rookie
when it’s dark out! i hit the streets in the shadows and grab yo’s
and boogie the woogie and stab hoes
don’t even gimme a pound when you see this clown
you gettin’ cut the f-ck up and shot the f-ck down

all day! catch me picknickin’ with b-tches in the park
right before i icepick em’ in the heart
24-7, if it ain’t us, it’s somebody gettin’ bl–dy
wicked clowns ain’t the only ones nutty buddy
catch me…tongue kissing! a severed head
catch me burying another b-tch dead behind the shed
it doesn’t matter, night or day, all around the clock
violent j and sh-ggy chop! chop!! chop!!! chop!!!!

you’re gonna die!

- insane clown posse

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