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letra de foggin’ up the window - insane clown posse

[intro]
“oh yeah, oh, sl-t, take it off, oh, oh, oh yeah”

[verse 1: sh-ggy 2 dope]
your lights are on, it’s dark in the am, like two, ooh
which means you can’t see me, haha, but i can see you
just waitin’ patiently for the bra and panty drop
d-ck hard since i been scopin’, can’t wait to jack it off (skeet)
the longer i peep, the closer my face gets up on the gl-ss
gotta relax, this is a’ art, don’t want a cap in my -ss
but i got this, i’m a pro, perfect camouflage
more than an obsession or a hobby, treat it like my job
drop them drawers, b-tch. sh-t, i’ma bust in my pants (huh?)
nut in the undies? nah, that takes out all the romance
–rg-sms- god d-mn it, ho. the f-ck you made me do?
full load in my white tighties, b-tch, now you doomed
just wanted to rub one out. i never wanted to hurt her
what started out as peeping tom sh-t just escalated to murder
jumped through the window, her dude is home, no time to check ‘em
turned around and throw back out, -gunshots- caught a hot one in the wreck ‘em

[chorus]
foggin’ up the window (am i a foggin’ up the gl-ss?)
i can’t help it
foggin’ up the window (am i a foggin’ up the gl-ss?)
i feel selfish
it’s so dark. it’s so dark
very dark out here, very dark and scary
foggin’ up the window (am i a foggin’ up the gl-ss?)
i feel selfish

[verse 2: violent j]
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller starin’ through your gl-ss
obituary filler, scary thriller, here to put you in the past
i stand with dew on the gr-ss, i plan to chew on your -ss
understand it hurted when i screwed on my mask
mama said pick somebody, smile more. meet a sl-tty styled wh0r-
skeet on the study tiled floor. eat like a nutty wild boar
complete that bl–dy vile ch0r-. reach my buddy, i’ll pour
some beers. who cares what’s left up underneath some muddy piled boards
silly putty, aisle four (have you seen my childhood?)
i’m dr. conrad murray without the propofol, i choke ‘em all
rotten egg breath, i’m outside, foggin’ up your windows
draw a hatchet man, [?] all the innuendos
comin’ on 67, moon glares on top of my bald head
bet none of y’all gets in heaven, who cares, choppin’ ‘em all dead
the number four is all red! red fred! red fred!
lumpy goop, chunky soup, you dead on the bed spread

[verse 3: sh-ggy 2 dope & violent j]
you hear a twig break, neighbor’s dog barkin’ non stop
car alarms goin’ off, grab the phone, call the cops
it might be nothing’, or it might just be [?]
pressed up on the gl-ss, and foggin’ up your window
steamin’ up your window pane, steamin’ up my gl-sses
screamin’ nuts, snortin’ cocaine, screamin’ cut my gashes
dreamin’ blood pourin’ no rain, dreamin’ of mol-sses
i even nut more [?] skeetin’ on her slashes
i don’t give no f-cks if you’re 19 or 99
i’m invadin’ your privacy, b-tch, and i’m gonna get mine
serial k!ller, blood spiller, dome peeler, drug dealer, for realer
don’t think i ain’t in, i reach for the phone, and i k!ll ya

[outro]
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller
b-tch, there’s a’ eerie legendary k!ller

- insane clown posse

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