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Insane Clown Posse Terror Wheel EP Out "Please, let me off the Terror Wheel." "Shut up, bitch! Looks like it's nighty night time (gunshots). Only some of you won't be waking up. Ahahahah. As for the rest of you, sit back, put on your PJs and nighties while the story entitled 'Out'." What the fuck is up?! I'm in haughhh! And Violent J is finna tell a story So sit your ass down Shut the fuck up And get stoned, motherfucker Well, I'm waking up so early, cuz I knew this day would come My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum Although she's been gone long, I do not miss my mother And he's a sorry fuck, so there's nothing in the cupboard My little brother's starving, hungry and sick Cuz ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit So we gettin' kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead Got no other chose but for milk and bread Stepped out the house for the first time in two years Cuz my neighbor hood, it ain't really good Lay up in my bedroom night after night I hear screams, zombies shooting and looting But now here I am and I'm walking down Jefferson With a bag of money back, I don't understand How the world can be full of so many evil doers I can hear em underneath me in the sewers Keep seeing shit out the corner of my eyes Steady looking over my back, I didn't realize Where I was goin, I didn't wanna bother anybody Accidentally stepped on a dead body "Hey motherfucker, watch where the fuck you're goin I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass" So I apologized but he still had to talk shit So I stepped over his face and kept walking And this is the part of my story that gets really scary Had to walk alone down Military I can see the crackheads hiding in the trees Looking for some change, looking for some brains Everything seemed to quiet as I walked down the block Until I got hit with a rock..................................... Can't really tell I musta been out for quite a while Cuz when I woke up my nanny coat was outta style And the crackheads took my money backs in a dash And ripped off my arm in the process But fuck that shit, I still gots another hand So I can still get the shit for my little man And I'm a walk with my nuts hanging out I ain't scared, but this is where it gets weird Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals They have strange affects on the animals In my neighborhood, and some get a lot bigger Like the giant rat that jumped on my back I'm running like a maniac all through the ghetto zone And it's steady taking bites out my nug bone Wrestlin around, found his tail, so I straight bit it Then it ripped off my leg and broke with it Tried to catch up, but I couldn't move quick enough This little trip to the store straight fucking me up But that's okay, cuz the store's straight down the block .....So I hop And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky I see the vultures waiting on me to die But I made it to the store so fuck all you hoes Be bout the sign..hmm, closed Picked up a mailbox, threw it threw the wall Cuz I'm a get my shit so fuck all y'all Took a loaf of bread and a carton of the shelf Even took a Faygo, two-liter for myself Walked out the store like a G that's when I heard The click-click sound of a boss bird The store owner he didn't like a be-anee That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin me Blew my motherfucking head off my shoulders Didn't say nothing, get buck buckin But I got say, I made it home in a heart beat Nobody fucks with a head rollin down the street Now I think about it, I was full man leaving out Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth Bouncing up the stair, I knock on the door with my chin Eh, yo, little man, won't ya let me in You best believe it was good to see my little brother "Eh, you forgot the milk, you dumb motherfucker!" Locked the door behind me cuz I'm back on route Back to the store....and I'm out |
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