Insane Clown Posse - Blam! Lyrics
You dont know how we do thingsShut the door and dont *****in say shitIma bust you, gimme that *****in wrenchIm gonna crack this *****in kid in the skullListen here mother*****er you dont know how we do thingsYou shut the ***** upLook some mother*****ers dont play that shitIm one of them mother*****ersDont ***** with meIm warning you what theDont ***** with me, you *****suckerShut, shut upI transcendAnd get you through the grape vinesRappers is dime a dozenLike your cars and train timesThis is the shitIm not the ordinary prickI holla it, step back jackOr collide with two fist blam!To your chin blam!To your skullNow tell me who the brother with the biggest balls risingFrom here to reno pesky like a mosquitoTougher than scarface so call me al pacinoWishing like skeeto to meet the beatlesEating some fritos a cool cat daddy like chester cheetoChanting like the santo domingoMunks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetaryMet a girl named carrieShe told me she loved me and its scaryLike chuck berry I string funky guitarsSwoopin down on brothers like they were far betterDeal caps get peeledRaps get dealed and dealtTwelve inches keep spinningTurntables with feltNow give a little cut can youThats enough cause I represent a styleThat be *****in tough and built like a tonka truckBecause I take abuse and keep onSurvival of the fittest, first rule of the strongIm not made by nabisco, but I drink ciscoWhen I go to hardees I always order me a friscoCombo meal $2.95 oh what a dealWould you like that supersized for 35 cents?For real? ok go ahead just dont do no hockin on my breadCan I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead?Yes sir, your total comes to $14.88Who Im tryin to feed, michigan state?Can you relate?Blam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meClap on, clap off like the clapperIm such a hotstepperDrinkin some dr. pepperWith my nigga jed hes the wreckerMicrophone check 1, 2, 1, 2Now tell me mu*****as what you came to doI came to bring the skillsAnd try to pay the phone billsI saw jack and jillDoin the nasty at the top of the hillComic books, and *****es is the shit that I digI dont wanna grow up cause Im a toys r us kidI get lost in space like will robinson, danger!Call on the dragon sword cause Im a mighty morphin power rangerHitting on the scene with karate kicksOdin on the sugar with the pixie sticksAnd a big ol fat glass of grape kool-aidChillin with senior citizens enjoyin the shadeStayin paid couting the big old wad of cashHittin on the scene like jumpin jack flashI dash some pepper, achoo it made me sneezeAlways itchin my balls like I have some type of fleasOh baby please, what you sees is what you getA goof ball with long hair growin wild like a chia petWe just met, you know how I come acrossAs I enforce, sweatier than intercourseSpicier that hot sauceReinforce your lyrics, lyricist cause Im a smashTakin your titles and Im not gonna stopTill your career crashBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meHickory dickory dockTell them hoes they better stay off my *****Cause I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the blockMad alliance, big giantsHouse of krazees runnin shit for the 96 and then someRepresetin mad skills, pay the billsGotta act, bustin hands on the dub sackNow tell me who got the ill rhymes?Got your toe tappin like gregory heinz uhRunning shit like a marathonIm stronger than teflonAnd use my liquid friend to get my drink onWell Im sluggin bigger than the average nigGot an attitude I get rudeYou disrespect me and Ill split your wigNig nig nack paddy wackMy name is mr. bones dunkin lyricsIn your ears like eddie jonesYou better give it up for the original individual in disguiseSo open your eyes, surpriseI fade em all like jamalIm standin tall with my back to the wallA bad brother like lou brawlsI fold ya, I thought I told yaGun in the holsterThought patterns were deeper than the minds of minoltaI aint actin this aint no playBeen eatin pladoh and paint chips since I was 8Can you relate?Blam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with meBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withBadder than bad coming from motownBlam! very, very difficult to ***** withYou dont wanna ***** with me
