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letra de fury (og version) - insane clown posse

[intro: sh-ggy 2 dope]
willaby rags here, wanting to know
how much pain will you withstain
before all your worry turns into fury?

[verse 1: violent j]
i got in my home and i ran in my room
i cut off the lights and the pressure consumed me
wet is my face from the tears in my eyes
i can taste them, they’re salty, my life i despise
no matter how often i’m beat down, it’s shocking
tears falling upon a shotgun i’m c-cking
alone in the corner, sitting on the floor
my feelings hurt so bad, they’re dead to the core
pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow
red 665 on the clock radio
illuminating the shadows sprawled out on the wall
the scariest imagery i’ve ever saw
a symbol of anger sp-wned from a tornado
of toxic pollution is rocking my cradle
and shocking me is the impact of his fist
it woke me up to the simple fact that i’m p-ssed

[chorus]
(it’s fury)
fight back! (get up) fight back! (get up) fight back!
(come on) fight back! (get up) fight back! (fury)
[verse 2: violent j]
f-ck all that forgiving the other, b-tch
b-tch, i will murder your mother, b-tch
i’ll store your head in the cupboard, b-tch
f-ck all that dyin’ and cryin’ and whinin’
and i want revenge, i don’t die, b-tch
murder-go-round, you gon’ ride, b-tch
f-ck all that, b-tch, suicide, b-tch
b-tch, i got you to die (fight back)
no more complaining, 9 milli’ burst
blood will be raining, follow the he-rs-
woke up a giant, too far they pushed me
never deny i’m a scrub, but i’m no p-ssy
swung a machete, tip of the skull
split down the middle, you fitted and all
wicked is the clown, boom, bang, and pow
shapaw, chah, poof, plow

[refrain: violent j]
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on

[verse 3: sh-ggy 2 dope]
i’m sucker punchin’, it’s suckers i’m punchin’
squeeze the c-cksucker’s throat, hear the bones crunchin’
he’ll need a vegetable tube when he’s lunchin’
’cause everything neck up could no longer function
still, i tortured him to death in my dungeon
dumped him in the alley at vernor and junction
that corpse laid there rotten, became h-lla pungent
and perfect for flip and his friends to be munchin’
how long can you heat me until we see fire?
beat me ’til we see my patience expire
how long do you think you can treat me like sh-t?
’til you screw up and i screw your head off your neck
how far do you think that elastic can stretch?
til’ i’m shootin’ your head through my basketball net
it slaps on the pavement, all fleshy and wet
’til i run up and punt that lunk of sh-t, pow!
[chorus]
(it’s fury)
fight back! (get up) fight back! (get up) fight back!
(come on) fight back! (get up) fight back! (fury)

[verse 4: sh-ggy 2 dope]
b-tch, i done ran out of tears, b-tch
fury that’s sp-wned out of fears, b-tch
i’ll stab a screwdriver deep in each ear
’til i know that you hear me and fear me and clearly
smack me, my paint never smears, b-tch
but that check your ass never clears, b-tch
fred fury taught me revenge is the way
payback’s even worth waiting for years (fight back)
taking a chance again with the jab (with the jab)
repeated offense, it would’ve perhaps (would’ve perhaps)
this n0body snaps, and then it’s too late (then it’s too late)
my will restricting me from fighting back breaks
my thinking is null, react with a bat (react with a bat)
swing for the skull, connect with a smack (connect with a smack)
instant i swerve, cracking the wood (cracking the wood)
every face staring was freckled in blood

[refrain: violent j]
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
[verse 5: lyte]
i sit in the gutter alone by myself
no one in sight, no one trying to help
the thoughts in my dome are supplying this h-ll
so horrifying like dying it felt
this very moment my anger increase
now you in danger, no keeping the peace
put one in the chamber, the trigger i squeeze
you’ve woken the demon that’s deep in this beast
revenge when i want, and i’m coming for that
i’m busting your head and it’s nothing to crack
put two in your chest and then one in your back
now where’s all that talking and running your flap?
dispose of the body, i’m starting the chainsaw
hacking the limbs and you know i’m insane
blood in the air and i dance in the rain
death is the only thing cutting this pain, as i run

[chorus]
(it’s fury)
fight back! (get up) fight back! (get up) fight back!
(come on) fight back! (get up) fight back! (fury)

[verse 6: lyte]
f-ck off, i am not polite, b-tch
f-ck you, i’m ending your life, b-tch
whether i’m wrong or i’m right, b-tch
f-ck your discretion, aggression, depression
you better be ready to fight, b-tch
for sure that i’m slashing on sight, b-tch
murder your family, murder your family
murder your family for spite (fight back!)
attack with the nine, b-tch i will k!ll you
snapping your spine, something i will do
back of my mind rotten like mildew
trying to chill but i’m sick with the nil flu
when i turn violent i’m chopping with force
everyone silent ’cause i am the source
standing here smiling, i’ll p-ss on your corpse
feeling the fury, i feel no remorse

[refrain: violent j]
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation

[interlude]
fred fury is all in your feeble, fearful flaws
formulating into one ferocious fellow in the afterlife
which you will face, whose fiery fist will f-ck you up
ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[outro]
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (hey, 665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (yeah, 665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retali-
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliat-
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (’til i die, yeah 665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ h-lly retaliation
napalm, it’s on (hey, 665)

- insane clown posse

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