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Bizzar
1) Intro
2) Bizzar
3) Cherry Pie
4) Questions
5) Mr Happy
6) Radio Stars
7) My Axe
8) If
9) Let's Go All The Way
10) Let A Killa Fuck You
11) Juggalo Paradise
12) Chrystal Ball (w. Twiztid)
1) Intro
(wind, chimes, thunder in background)
To All who are receiving this broadcast we are entering the 13th hour of continueing cloud coverage this ongoing event has now been upgraded to a national emergency, this has been a sleepless night across metro detroit this panic and terror has swept the streets, it seems much of detroit has as well much of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable cloud that still clutches the sky, from new your to honolulu, miami to farebanks, the expansion of the cloud has subsided as a wall of darkness, an artificial night still grips the land. Witnessess now tell us thousands upon thousands of people are emerging from sewers everywhere, their faces are painted and, and they look like clowns...the people are runnning and screaming but eyewitnesses say their not in pain its almost like a strange type of joy has over taken them and at this time we do not know why or where the people are runnin but there seems to be an organized plan directing their actions, its like a guiding force is giving them supernatural stamina, the events of clowns are now on the move, moveing in unisin, moving in one direction towards an unknow destination, almost as if they can see what others cannot. Heating an unaudible call that silently pierces this calm before the storm.
2) Bizzar
I could get naked right here
I'd look like a ?? polar bear
Then I'd have to attack
Fuck you up like that
Psyhcopathic, hatchet chops
Slappin ninjas out of hidin spots
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To the left, to the right
Over here,there,we everywhere
All these underground down with the bottom
Bottom,bottom,bum,bum,bottom Censor me for your radio list
Fuck ya'll bitches--miss
Well I guess I'll never be a radio star
Wouldn't work anyway, I'm way too Bizzar
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
We jokers,jokers,jokers
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
Whut,whut,whut,whut,whut
Shh.It's a dead body in my trunk
Wanta see it? Fuck around and you'll be it
Jamie Madrox and Monoxcide Child
Wicked wild,give it to me,give it to me
Been waggling my dick since the seventh grade
Freak Show grabbin my balls and gettin paid
As my ???? bitch,we don't play
Hair wigged out and my eyes all grey
No more rappin,no more shows
I'm goin back to school and workin at Kinkos
I'll ride around all dayon a mountain bike all day
Hey!(honk) I got the right of way
Stab,shoot,chop,cut,drill
I just wanta kill
No matter where you go motherfucker Dark Carnival ain't far
And it's plain Bizzar
If you a juggalo and you won't sell out say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you ever had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you like feeling up on your homeboy's ass say-
Oh,oh shit
These killas don't dance we boggie
We boggie woggie woo, thats all we do
See ya,see ya,see ya
I'm back,i'm back,i'm back,i'm back
Dark Lotus come for your ??
Only team you on,Sunday bowling
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Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute(zip)damn
Couldn't wait man
All done
Now if I could only choke someone
REDRUM! A ruthless stalker
Slap old ladys off they walker
Take my hand little bitch,come along
It ain't that far
Welcome to the Bizzar
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
We jokers,jokers,jokers
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anyboby care? (Don't nobody care)
Whut,whut,whut,whut,whut
3) Cherry Pie
(car crash)
I'm no cherry honey, Its just that you so damn big
well, i should have know you fucking nympho bitch
please be gentle, oh you bastard, oohhh you prick, aahhh
I need a bitch, a special bitch
I need a bitch who, pussy poppin' booty switch
I need a bitch falaysheo
On the freeway with my pedal to the floo'
I need a bitch like cherry pie
I need a bitch like bushwick bill need an eye
I need a bitch a ?lecoholic?
I need a bitch pukin' bent-over-my toilet
A bitchy bitch, Bitch about nothin' (nothin' at all)
I need a bitch to kiss em' in her belly button
I need a bitch a prostitute, she fucks my homies and we can split the loot
I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby give me my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry, cherry pie
(fresh out the pan) Fresh out the pan (fresh out the pan)
I need a bitch like Harland Williams needs a chin (hoe, hoe)
I need a bitch-a a mental case-a
she lets me ?chicken? shoot us both in the face-a (bang, bang)
I need a hoe (you need a hoe) to spend my money (ching ching)
I need a bitch like Chris Candino, baby, Sunny
I need a freak (need a freak) like cherry pie (like cherry pie)
Like a ?cream? let me ch-ch-cherry pie (ch-ch-cherry pie)
I need a woman, to let me hit it
In the bushes raw at the herpie clinic
I need a bitch who like to fight and hit her nose with a dot like every night
I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby give me my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry, cherry pie
I need a bitch in a cheap hotel,
so i don't know which one to blame for the smell
I need a bitch that doesn't care,
she like to finger fuck her booty in the mirror
my cherry pie,
my cherry pie,
my cherry pie,
my cherry pie,
my cherry pie with love and jello cherry pie
I need a bitch ?who i can run-a?
A bitch who suck on dick like EMINEM MAMA
I need a bitch, I need a slut, (a slut)
I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt
I need a bitch (I need a bitch) now more than ever (now more than ever)
I need a bitch who gots a head that i can sever
I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby give me my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry, cherry pie
He is a cocksmen your greater in bed
Coming from you, thats a hell-of-a comment, you prick hound
I hate to see you go
Who's leavin' you dumb bitch?
I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby give me my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry, cherry pie
I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby give me my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry, cherry pie
4) Questions
Why, everytime I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
Why, everytime I head-but a brick wall I always crack my skull, why
Why, everytime I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why
Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street, everyone wanna be, why
Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why
Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why
Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why
Why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, why
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
Why, everytime I swallow a fat head nail, my neck feels stale, why
Why, everytime I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why
Why, everytime I choke a friends neck, he dont come back, why
Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an ice pick, I cant see shit, why
Why, everytime I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why
Why, everytime I wake the dead up, the try to eat my head up, why
Why, everytime I see my reflection, I see no direction, why
Why, everytime I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration, playahation, why
Why, just cause I'm dead in decation, you give me no ass, why
Why, everytime I chew on thumb tacks, I get blood on my snacks, why
Why, everytime I kick faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why
Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why
Why, everytime I shangri-la seem so far away, you better leave to day, why
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
5) Mr Happy
I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot
but that's the only bad kwinky things I got
that and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we really ain't even got to that yet
I love people, I love everything about them
and thats why I gotta live life without them
I know it dont make any since to you but fuck you
this songs about me exclusivly murder,
murderous, murderation
the murdering metality without an explanation
I'm mr. happy and I ride a bike
I aint got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle
I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle
cause I'm so happy I'll stab your ass
and lay down next to you dead on the grass and sing
Boy it feel so good every time I murder I get happy
happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I love you, so hand me you neck
let me teach you about love and respect
respect the fact that I love to kill
wait a minute yall I gotta take my pill
zanofs, it works, I'm down to only 3 people a day
my victims, I give the love and care
I dont wanna get blood everywhere
I dont use a chainsaw or a butcherknike
thats so 90's get a break
I never mutilate or chop my loves
all I really need is a pair of goves
or maybe a car, i'll run'em down wit it
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it
dont you see that I love you
I'm mr. happy I'm all about fun
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy
happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
my bike has a basket full of strawberries
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries
lemmons and oranges and boogers and limes
plus theres a faygo in there but thats mine
red flowers like after your dead
I plant seeds and growem out the side of your head
I got flowers all over the back yard
in the form of a jokers card
Uh ohh feels good
I like the choko of my neighborhood
I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys
talking to myself and lickin my pennys
I got a french fry hangin out of my beard
(dont go near that guy he's weird)
you know I'm all good and everythings all right
when you hear this scream in the middle of the night
like this:
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy
happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found happy happy happy
it's found murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
I'll murder murder murder you
(repeats until song ends)
6) Radio Stars
Occassionaly the overwhelming temptation to reach the penticle of the pop
music jandra, will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene
to change their so called artistic endevors in an vain attempt to appeal to the
public at large, behold the metamorphisis
Fuck platinum, platinum just aint good enough
we need more money, more house and cars and stuff
im sick of juggalos, i want them other hoes
i want them shitty hoes, you get wit radio and video
we'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay
we'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
come on shaggy follow my lead
its time to change our shit up to get what we need
?????????
the pathetic attempts never cease the moratic music onslaught continues to insult
the inteligence of the sabby consumer, how much more can an audience be asked to endure
didnt work, ah fuck, what happened
they always told us we sucked at rappin'
well i dont know how to play a guitar
ill play the skin flute be a radio star
im sick of keepin it real, and underground
i want the sellout 10million fans radio flavor style
even though we'll be played next summer
show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer
Joey fell in love with a college girl
she had a back pack and a pony tail
she said her name was lisa but i do not know
she drank cisco lemmonade and cherry jello
i can put my buddy holly glasses on
i can even sing one of his faggot songs
i can wear checkered pants and never smile
whatevers cool for your radio style
joey fell in love with a college ......
The borish bumbling baboons have been baffeled in their journey to the music business
each sonnit is more ridiculus than the last, their strides toward musical success
are little more than a stummble into complete failure
that was bullshit, what the fuck
you think of something
im sittin here trying to write hits
your doing nothing
you wrote the ???? shit but that didnt work
it flopped on its ass, at least i tried though
allright, aint no need to be fighting with each other
we need to start talkin about relationships and lovers
can you sing, no, neither can i
to be radio stars we at least gotta try
Girl, im gonna let you know on the radio
i want to lick you from head to toe
girl, your perfume, its smellin so sweet
i wanna make love between the sheets
girl, play my song, ??????
im a radio man, and i know
????????????????????????
give me one more chance
and ill make you dance
Chorus 5x girl, we'll make radio songs for radio fans we can't go wrong
girl, so you fucked my boy, i dont give a fuck
after years of endless attempts icp received almost no radio play
finally, the 2 dimwitted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life
7) My Axe
I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, i love my buddies, my hatchetman, but i love my axe
My axe iz my buddy, i bring him when i walk
me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when i wind him back
me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
my axe is my buddy, i never leave without him
me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain
CHORUS 2x:
everybody everybody everybody run
murdering murdering murdering fun
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs
me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry
me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
(TYLENOL INTERLUDE)
My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
me and my axe will leave you hoppin on a stump
CHORUS 2x:
interlude: look into the deadest tree, tell me baby wut you see
don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why
did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them
why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
look into the moon's beem, can't you fathom wut it's seen
bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck
why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skys
aint no covering the tracks, thats why im here and oh yes
My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head
me and my axe will meake your white ???? red
My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave
me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
(TYLENOL INTERLUDE)
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees
8) If
In order, for one to metamorphisize,
from one's inner self being projected out into the astral plane and to
rematerialize
into an inanamite object or another living organism for that matter is
entirely and absouletly impossible, however
if I was your tv I'd be like, look at me
if I was shooting star I be like shooooom (peace)
if I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah
if I was a hotties thong I'd be like ahh
if I was a cuss word I'd just be like, fuck
if I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup
if I was a butthole I'd just be an exit
if I was the DOC I'd be like "man this is bull shit"
if I was your tires on your car I'd be like (car noises)
if I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh fuck
if I was a balloon I'd be like (balloon losing air)
if I was Alyssia Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce
if I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103
if I was a richie ass bitch I'd be like, um ok
if I was spin magazine I'd put a mirror on the cover and be like
fuck us and all our readers, even this mother fucker
if I was your mental stress I'd be catching up
if I was your headaches every now and then I'd be like thuuummmp
if I was your tounge I'd be hatin' your teeth I'd be like
ah why do you try to bite me every time we eat?
if I was a chair I'd be like sit here
and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair
if I was your muffler I'd be like shhh quietly
if I was a price tag I'd be like you ain't buyin me
if I was a fresh DJ I'd be like (scratching record)
if I was jam master jay I'd be like (scratching record)
if I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like (radio static)
if I was barry white I'd be like what up ya'll
if I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like (spring noise)
if I was your dead uncle I'd be like
if I was a rain drop I'd just be like (rain drop)
and I had an axe and your neck I might say Chop
Chorus
If I was if I was but I'll never be
(if I was if I was but I'll never be)
If I was if I was but I'll never be
(if I was if I was but I'll never be)
If I was if I was boy your killing me
(if I was if I was boy your killing me)
If I was if I was but I'll never be
(If I was if I was but I'll never be)
If I was a faygo at one of our shows
I'd fly through the air into an ocean of juggalo's
if I was Andre the giant this is how I would be manly
if I was father mc I'd be like yeah what happened
if I was a mirror I'd find another mirror
and look each other dead in the eye, crystal clear
if I was a slider I'd slide out your but, I'd be floating in the toilet
looking at you like what?
if I was a pilot I'd be like air traffic control
if I was John Denver I'd be like ahhhh
if I was a switch I'd be like flip me yoohoo
if I was a london cop car I'd be like (siren)
if I was chewbacca I'd get me a fresh ass face
if I was vanilla ice I'd be like fuck yall I'm still paid
if I was a stop sign I'd just be like stop
if I was your wooden leg I'd still be giving you the hip hop
Chorus 2x
9) Let's Go All The Way
Ain't nobody jealous, everybody has they own
nobody locked up, everybody, everybody is free to roam
lookin at scrubby with a hottie on his side
lookin at rich kids, poor kids, everybody together on the same side
and they down to ride
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
(high)
lets go all the way
Ain't nobody left out, everybody gets to go
it can never be too crowded, come on, we still pickin up some more
don't nobody hate you, playahate you, the rain dont play at all
gotta million hands to catch you cause they'll catch you and they neva catch you fall
and we gotta worry all of ya'll
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
(high)
lets go all the way
Never known sickness, no sickness, nobody has to die (nobody has to die)
everythings answered, what didn't then we'll never have to wonder why (you never have to wonder why, no)
won't nobody rush you, no hurry be as long as you wanna be (be as long as you wanna be)
can't you guess what this place is, your future make it a reality
all you have to do is find the way (come on!)
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
(high)
lets go all the way
10) Let A Killa Fuck You
"I'm sick of this bull shit all these bitches thinking there the fuckin whip just cuz they got a neden fuck yer neden bitch! That's right an don't call me sex'est cuz I aint sex'est I'm the sexiest but I aint sexist if I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest sexist bitch call me sexy sex sexy sexist! "
I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities
Roles Royce fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood let me spank dat ass
I want a famous hoe, A bitch on top with some helly bank role,
I Been chasin a girl from letters to Cleo
but she broke her neato, Mariah Carry man forget it
if O.D.B hit it i cant fuck with it!
Nuttin against ole dirty or nuthin but
I know he at least got herpies or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears
in a cheap hole tell wit them ceiling mirrors
with dat bitch in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock workin the streets
All them hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs
in between they thighs, but they too scared
to let it be so instead they fuck Ricky Martin
and pretend its me!
Chorus x2
Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. Never gone back in the night.
Huh? Lets see were to begin knock knock
"whose there " a ball sac fir ya chin
I be fuckin them business hoes that jock
from them interns up to the presidents wife
Now Shelly aint famous but I still put em in a bone through
the glitzy glaze grabbin a j I don't give a fuck,
But Clide walked in his jaw dropped down
act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on the top of the desk
ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
smokin up keepin blunts with the janitor
fuck all them hoes that jock ask my manager
business women in executive halls
let yo head down an tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
dusty ass neden with a loopy foam
Like this one chick I fucked in The dark
I had the bitch moanin like a happy ass retard,
We finished turn on the lights it was horrid
Oh shit Sharon ozbourn!
Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. Never gone back in the night.
I whanna fuck Carmen Electra
cuz shell fuck anybody first day she met ya
but as soon as she fall off the map
she on to the next guy like "sigh" baby
let me fuck a famous hoe one night
ill post the video up on our web site
hehhe me an shaggy may might sit with the stars
but ma boyz are out back break-in into your cars
dumb hoes quite fuckin them richees
wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys
frenchies straight out the hair salon
with a faggot ass name like Jean
we the ones from the other side yellin
"clown love bitch "!! IM the ghetto ride
i wont take you on the expensive trip's
but I'll part yo neden lips
hehhe people whanna ride wit dem or us
jaguar with ken or a simple bus
fuck you den we don't need you hoes
I.C.P forever with the juggalos
Let a killer fuck you. let a killer fuck you. let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. Never gone back in the night.
I'm sic of this bull shit that's right you need to stay on TV because this is my reality but I'm even sic of these hottys in the real world like at the beach i see you at the beach bitch wearing your thong bikini you one of those bitch beaches your one of them beaches at the bitch your one of them a you a bitch at the beach an I'm sic of that shit an the bottom line is this I'm a go to the motha fuckin bitch with my motha fuckan Speedo's on an I'm a walk up an down the beach like SUP bitch shahaha bitch bitch ooh were gonna have fun hehehe ooh yeas
11) Juggalo Paradise
I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2
in the mirror I see the face of frankenstein
and that face is mine
I go to work at subway slicin hams
cut my finger off again (chop)
I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs
that like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time, though I call
(J, where the fuck you at) (the mall)
(did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so)
nobody sees what I see do they?
they just cast me inside put my away
no friends, no style no place to go
until I went juggalo
Chorus 2x
it's all for you, it's all for you,
it's calling you, it's all thats left to do
that's why its all for you
look at me now man brain dead
I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival deminions
so muthafuck your opinions
I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians
family, neighbors, best of friends
anybody, and if I dont kill em'
I keep'em in my basement and drill'em
just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden
I just let my fuckin mind unwind
I dont care what you think you dont intertwine
fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care
fuck everybody out there
I smoke peace pipes with indian-war cheifs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja theifs
I catch whales like gupies and crushwalls
I through giant ice bergs like snow balls
I serve title waves, drink molten rock
I'll put a fuckin tornado in a headlock
I go to italy and and straighten that tower
and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power
Chorus 2x
it's all for you, it's all for you,
it's calling you, it's all thats left to do
thats why it's all for you
here I go again, another day
dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway
it's ok, because I see behind it
and I keep myself reminded
none of these robots 95 puppets that I see
are any better than me mothafucker
their just strugglin' in the world they chose
I'm waiting on the wagons with my juggalos
12) Chrystal Ball (w. Twiztid)
Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Dark Lotus Family, It's Our World
Look in my crystal ball it's allright
Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
first, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(thats right take a seat)
ain't no smokin in here, i need to keep my ball clear
there spirits in there
(whats your future, someone gonna shoot ya)
will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that
I can only tell you where your soul is headed
and will remain eternaly embeded, the rest forget it
life is nothin but a test to clear
did you have a heart while you where here
and was it sincere?
You're still unraveling your future right now
what kinda person are ya bro, oh, where there you go
you control your own muthafuckin' destiny
I aint lettin' the devil get the best of me
(I'm gonna make it into shanri-la) golden walls
whats up with you check your own crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball it's allright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright
lookin in my crystal ball I'm seein' thugs
both catchin' and firein' slugs
(paper for drugs) I see a man waiting on block cheese in my lawn
(its the same old song)
but when I look into everybodys faces
(smile) there soul are headed other places
and they ain't worried about payin them dues down here
(because they mothafuckin future is crystal clear)
the focus switches to you and it ain't good
all mad cause someone rolls up into the neighborhood
check your self and the judgement was passed, yo, you be in hell
(right up the ass-hole) it will get ya if ya let it
pack your speedo's I hear its hot where you headed
I'm trying to tell ya now (when the grimreaper calls)
you dont wanna be asked out grippin' your crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball it's allright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright
look into my crystal ball it's all black
and everybodys frozen in time front to back
their controlled by the matrix of mind, body and soul
and I'm branded by the system of carnival freekshow
I see the fame analyize cause nothin is the skyz
it's the same as seein the death in the demons eyes
I'm high in my sites, from the truth of my crystal ball
believe me when I say we comin for all of ya'll
look deep into my crystal ball
see the dead smokin on trees and drinking alchohol
underneath the street beneath the concrete
if you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat
all painted up buried in a axe and shit
juggalo love got each others backs and shit
incased in glass for the whole world to see
am I inside, or is the crystal ball inside of me
Lookin my crystal ball it's allright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright
(fades out)
rain comes down (Lookin my crystal ball its allright) |
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