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letra de steve meets abu - insane clown posse

[intro: sh-ggy 2 dope]
picture, you’ve grown up in the holy lands of the middle east, your entire life dedicated to religion. you don’t know the wild lawlessness of the western world, only the peaceful ways of your god

[verse 1: violent j]
you’re happy, there’s only a smile on your face
n-body carries weapons, guns, shanks, or mace (nothing!)
no heroin or crack, homeless vets, or street gangs
no trench coat weirdos showing kids how they meat hangs (nope!)
picture this, no cigarettes, sh-tty cancer burgers
no public m-ssacres or t-tty dancer murders (none!)
random bones, abandoned homes full of squatters
no breaking in, taking, raping your daughters
picture this, no runaways, no kids having kids
twelve-year-old meth heads dead or doing life bids
no preachers slipping roofies to children at bible study
no wives with secret lives, sl-tty, f-cking your buddy (no more!)
no gambling, liquor stores on every block
homeless hobos in flocks, trying to score them some rocks (get off!)
no hookers’ health spas and human s-x slave trafficking
no devil at large and what that master brings
picture this, five times a day, everyone around you
is on their knees, kneeling, and the feeling surrounds you
everyone succ-mbing to the fate that summons you
next to the king, everything else is number two
in unison, all together now its heaven’s bow
they all proud, man, woman, and child
if a different belief than yours makes you wanna laugh
picture noah catching two bears, seals, and giraffes, b-tch (ha ha!)
picture being g-y a sin, adam and steve
i laughed so loud in church, they f-cking had me leave
it’s all [?] and makes sense, if you was taught and raised, you’ll have it
even if your family tree fought slaves

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
having been born and raised in the beautifully peaceful holy lands, picture how terrifying the ways of the western world must seem to you, and picture how scary the constant threat of an invasion must be

[verse 2: violent j]
picture this, happiness, no mistaking your bliss
you just wish to exist and miss satan’s abyss
the rest of civilization are evil life nations
an ominous threat, you’ll forever lie facing
over there, women are raped, and snipers won’t quit (d-mn!)
p-ssed off judges sentence you while they dope sit (what?)
in school, you heard about the bombs and how to take cover
so insane they k!ll each other, even they mother (oh)
divorce is nothing, they marry again and again
b-tches wear shorts up they -ss, bearing skin
plow! street shootouts, murder and violence
picture that, when all you’ve known is peaceful silence
their own government k!lls them with liquor and tobacco
rich oil tyc–ns, evil as h-tler, straight jackals
but sicker and much quicker to react, smack, and whack those
with the black oil stacks they attacking and jacking them for
they could show up any minute, spreading evilness
overthrow your own holy land and heed your bliss
right or wrong, you only know what’s been taught all along
die in a holy war, god will ignore you, so be strong

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
picture the grim day of an actual invasion. the evil henchmen of the long corrupted mainlands have now reached your people and are demanding your conversion to their evil and deadly ways of life

[verse 3: violent j]
picture this, another quiet and warm blissful night
suddenly, explosions ripped through your life
your family screams, you lie shouting, “sh-t’s okay!”
but they was warned for years about this day
the devil’s minions have finally come
you don’t even think to escape. there’s nowhere to run
those who make it to the freeway are gunned down
bridges explode, cars blown into dust clouds
picture this, [?] demanding you and yours (no!)
barking orders, talking foreign, kicking through your doors (no!)
you’ll stand with us and pray to our god, or you’ll die bleeding (no!)
we building prisons over here now, [?]
picture this, explosives [?] to a vest
three demons enter your home, you know what to do next
kiss your family goodbye, [?] surgeon
you’re about to be chilling in heaven with a gang of virgins
they in your home, searching through your kitchen
open up the door and pull the cord without flinching
you walk right up, he turns around and looks just like you
he says “my name is steve.” you tell him, “mine is abu,”
and then boom

(singing in a foreign language)

- insane clown posse

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