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letra de a face 4 fighting - insane clown posse

[violent j]
i don’t walk around picking fights
but it’s true, i love to engage if the sh-t ignites
i’ll be the first one to admit: the light’s boring
a little warrin’ definitely excites it
[?] up, they kept showing up, the [?]
trouble kept finding me, reminding me i liked it
i got geeked when somebody said f-ck me
and i was born with the face for this, so i’m lucky
n-body likes it, they wanna deck it
something about it invites it every second
it p-sses people off, enrages
to the point we end up in the joint, in cages
it’s cool to let some slide, but have some pride
or you’re just a little b-tch, open up wide
[?] you shove me, i’ma sock you
and socking me is how you get shot, boom

poke me with a toothpick, i stab you with a pencil, dumb d-ck
stab me with a pencil, i stab you with a drumstick
stab me with a drumstick, and to h-ll we gonna grow
i’ma stab that -ss with a telephone pole
and i’m hitting up hoodoo, a voodoo guru
people wheeled in a nut, you getting a boo boo
stretched out, dead of night, your mama going boo hoo
putrid, skinny, and white, grim reaper doo doo
beat me with a ruler, i’ll beat you few sticks
beat me with one, i’m beating with two, f-ck you
beat me with two, i’ll beat you with a tree trunk (whack)
icp, punk (fight back!)

we good. i don’t start beef
i only pick it out of my teeth
i don’t f-ck with soldiers, i want the chief
f-ck the centipede legs, i want the head of the beast
hit me with a bb gun, i’ll 22 ya
22 me, silly, my 9-milli pluggin’ through ya
9-milli me, i’ll blow ya’ with that 44
stick me with them, a 357 is shreadin’ all that’s in your head

if you a b-tch, it won’t leave your -ss alone
and you feel it in your bones
and you’re wandering through the b-tch–ss [?] (fight back!)
another life is what you need
ab-tch’s blood is what you be
you headed nowhere with yourself in the lead (fight back!)
nothing good is what you do
time is ugly for you, new
opportunities to brew because of you (fight back!)
you are runnin’ out of air
you’re just f-ckin’ sitting there
you don’t even f-cking [?] (fight back!)
hate every bit of your life
wanna cut it with a knife
[?] wanna [?] rifle (fight back!)
you’re better than a pig
weak and skinny, like a twig
the opposite of the sh-t, n-body digs you (fight back!)
hated your job from the start
[?] always breakin’ your heart
all day long of every day, it’s the worst part (fight back!)
the b-tch in the mirror
a f-ggot, not ‘cause you’re queer
everywhere you go sucks, could you help me? (fight back!)

- insane clown posse

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