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letra de big bad wolf - insane clown posse

[verse 1: violent j]
i’m deep off in these woods, and i’m hungry as h-ll
i see a stacked little biddy comin’ down the trail
she had a red mini skirt and a b-tch-had -ss
like two beach b-lls stuffed down the back of her pants
she got a basket of cheeseburgers, too. i can smell them
she said, “stay away, evil wolf, or i’m tellin’”
i’m like “why you gotta act like a f-ck–ss b-tch?
you could throw a woof some of them fries, right quick”
but the b-tch broke. i sprinted quick as h-ll down a back trail
i know the ho be as slow as a snail
i got to grandma’s first and ate the b-tch right there
put her robe on and wig and waited in her chair
in walks little red. she said, “something’s wrong
grandma, why is your face hairy and long?”
i snarled my teeth and showed grandma’s blood
and said, “b-tch, top me off, unless you want some”

[chorus]
run, b-tch!
before you get your -ss cheeks ripped off! ha ha!
who’s afraid of the big bad woof?
the big bad woof? the big bad woof?
who’s afraid of the big bad woof?
he’ll rip your f-ckin’ throat out

[verse 2: violent j]
i be the big bad boy daddy bad–ss woof
and i own this ghetto–ss patch of the woods
here come three little b-tch boys, richies. they was piggies
but they was just b-tches to me
i said “f-ck that sh-t. build a house on my block
and i’m blowin’ it down. don’t come showin’ around”
but they laughed it off and had me thrown in the pen
for threatenin’. when i got out, they been moved in
what the f-ck they think they provin’?
what the f-ck they doin’? what the f-ck, my fangs are droolin’
the first house i blew down was straws and sticks
house gone, but he was left there taking a sh-t
i tried to get him. he ran into the second piggy home
it was made of good lumber, but i got they number
i took a hit of the magic blunt, blew that sh-t down
and they both ran off into the big compound
the third sh-t was a fortress made out of stone
ain’t no way that’s comin’ down. plus, the blunt gone
i just walked right through the front door and k!lled all three
in the living room. blame it on the full moon (awoo!)

[chorus]
b-tch, beware. the woof sometimes gets wicked, wicked (awoo!)
if i die, please bring me back a woof; let me be wicked
so beware; the woof sometimes gets wicked, wicked (awoo!)
don’t chase the woof no more. what for? he’s only wicked, wicked

[verse 3: violent j]
so i’m sittin’ there, chillin’ with four dead sheep in the freezer
i’m with this fine–ss french poodle skeezer
and i hear some kid yellin’ “wolf! wolf!”
but i run this b-tch. this is my home, my hood
who the f-ck is they talkin’ about attackin’ they sheep?
i ain’t even been down there in a f-ckin’ week
next night, i’m all up under this ho’s tail, nose deep
same sh-t again: “wolf! save the sheep!”
what the f-ck is they problem? i ain’t even attackin’
i’m over here gettin’ my d-ck sucked, relaxin’
they must be chasin’ off some squirrels or somethin’
either that, or that dumb f-ck kid is frontin’
but i am runnin’ low on my sheep from their yard
and next week the boys are comin’ by to cue and play cards
so that night, i went on my monthly prowl with the snarl
every backyard, i p-ss and leave hot [?]
i started headed for the flock of fat fluffy–ss sheep
and they go “baa!” even in they f-ckin’ sleep
and the kid seen me, for real, and started blowin’ up the spot
he cried, “woof!” but n-body came. i took all they got

[chorus]
i wanna prowl like the woof do at night (da woof man)
i wanna howl like the woof do, and be a fright (sh-t, werewolves?)
i wanna prowl like the woof do at night
(think i’m trippin’, the woof will sn-tch yo’ -ss out the [?])
i wanna howl like the woof do, and be a fright (sh-t!)
i wanna prowl like the woof do at night (oh, you ain’t scared of a woof?) ([?])
(you’ll be scared of a woof when it takes your leg back home to its pups, mother f-cker)
i wanna howl like the wokf do, and be a fright (sh-t)
i wanna prowl like the woof do at night (sh-t) (sh-t)
(sn-tch a bite out yo b-tch -ss) (out yo b-tch -ss!)
i wanna howl like the woof do, and be a fright

[samples]
gettin’ a hope from god
to be able to see
to discern the times of the seasons that’s ahead of you
[speaking in tongues]
to discern the times of the s-
[speaking in tongues]

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