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letra de out the sky - insane clown posse

[intro: sh-ggy 2 dope]
nothin’
nothin’ but rocks!
are we lost?
wait, wait a minute, look
look at that green and blue
delicious looking thing
sh-ggytheairhead on the beat
pull up!
[man, this motherf-cker?]

[verse 1: violent j]
violent j floatin’ out the cosmos smokin’ cheeba
’bout to acrobat your mama p-ssy [lucha libre?]
pink and purple zebra man yellow polka dots
intergalactic [call me?] hatchet man, i choke a lots
’bout to blast off, pull your f-ckin’ mask off
that wasn’t a mask? that was your face? sad talk
f-ck your b-tch ass world, it’s just a waffle house
we stop and eat humans when we drunk and puke ’em out
so we earthbound, not to attack, to explore
and if i bump into macklemore, i’m smackin’ the dork
the music wack here, where’s the wicked sh-t?
wе come to bring conflict and [i dig this sh-t?]
[king kong wack?] violation of [?]
which cause your mass disintegration, thе doom boom
big head, skinny neck, green skin, d-ck huge
i’ma shove it up your planet’s ass, splooge
[chorus: violent j, sh-ggy 2 dope]
sound your alarm, everybody’s in harm
but remain calm, it ain’t gonna matter in the morn
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky
sound your alarm, everybody’s in harm
but remain calm, it ain’t gonna matter in the morn
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky

[verse 2: violent j]
levitating in a flying saucer, no propulsion
no propellers, wings, or b-tch-ass nasty exhaustion
your mama say it’s a drone, but tell that b-tch pull up
we’ll probe that b-tch’s -n-s, leave your blew out and tore up
[?] the duke, b-tch, galactic knock
mr. spock granddaughter just nuked my c-ck
vj-3po and sh-ggy2d-d2
leave your forehead charred, prepare to eat you
human slop shish kabob, leave your head [in sp-ce junk?]
we grub on guts and blood [?]
so if a being from the sky hit your car and you wonder why
you about to get a bowling pin sized tracker up your ass and become our spy
all your planet needs is but an o, obliteration
wicked clowns from outer sp-ce don’t give a f-ck about your salvation
start your looting and panicking, anakin sky ain’t real
but this galactic hatchet is really splittin’ your eyes as your head [bleed?]
[chorus: violent j, sh-ggy 2 dope]
sound your alarm, everybody’s in harm
but remain calm, it ain’t gonna matter in the morn
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky
sound your alarm, everybody’s in harm
but remain calm, it ain’t gonna matter in the morn
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky
(everybody dies) outer sp-ce wicked clowns out the sky

[outro: violent j]
outer sp-ce
outer sp-ce, wicked clowns
outer sp-ce, wicked clowns
outer sp-ce
outer sp-ce
outer sp-ce, wicked clowns
outer sp-ce, wicked clowns
outer sp-ce

- insane clown posse

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