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letra de untitled (outtakes 4) - insane clown posse

(want it, hey. we want it)
[blaze ya dead homie]
mr. dead homie, first man blaze
i take bribes if you want an a grade
i’ma teach yo b-tches how to be an og
-punch- shut the f-ck up and listen to me (okay)
never [?] unless your -ss is packin’
tomorrow’s lesson, i’ma screw you on stackin’
more liquor sippin’, pimpin’ and cadillacin’
you want extra credit? then show me some car jackin’

[violent j]
(you came to my birthday party)
you brought me a present. we drank pop and played tag
(you came to my birthday party)
we went to your house. i took a sh-t inside your laundry bag
(you came to my birthday party)
i i i i i i i i i i peed on your cat’s head
(you came to my birthday party)
or or or or… where’d the echo go?
(you came to my birthday party) where’s the echo?
e-e-e-echo, e-e-e-echo
b-tch (you came to my birthday party)
e-e-e-echo e-e-e-e-e-echo (i remember)
alright, hold up. let me do it again
(you came to my birthday party)

[jamix madrox]
let’s play a game! (hey)
finger in the b-tt, just to see if you’re loose
then it’s fresh out the gym bag with the [?]
drinks, rubbers, naked b-tches and such
and [?] b-tch with a bottle in her b-tt (ew)
harder than a brick, i bust ‘til i finish
ratchet neden lips and sweatin’ like calisthenics
(uh, uh, uh, yeah)

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
listen up, cl-ss (school us on real sh-t)

[violent j]
(you came to my birthday party)
you brought me a present. we drank pop and played tag
(you came to my birthday party)
my d-ck is so long, out my pant leg it drag
(you came to my birthday party)
d-dr-d-drag -laughs-
(you came to my birthday party)
a a a a a video vixen
(you came to my birthday party)
uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, b-tch
(you came to my birthday party)
never mind, man. never mind (i remember) that’s good
(you came to my birthday party)
that’s good. where the f-ck is everybo-

up to ya. we look up to ya
[violent j]
when i get to heaven, i’m trying to smoke with johnny cash
if the angels don’t like me, then i’m choking some -ss
there’ll be a whole lot of records, burnt walls, and broken gl-ss
‘til they not only allow it, but join me smoking gr-ss
‘til then though, this indo will float me out the window
and now i’m getting plastered with ol’ dirty b-st-rd and
this is this sh-t, yo

[sh-ggy 2 dope & violent j]
alright, students
i know i’m only here for a couple days
(listen up!)
but i do got a homework -ssignment for you
(listen up!)
i want all you guys to go home, girls too
(yup! yup!)
it don’t matter. take at least one or two pictures of your moms
naked (-ss spread!)
and bring ‘em back in tomorrow for extra credit
i’m runnin’ out of sh-t to rub one out to
-ss spread!

- insane clown posse

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