Insane Clown Posse - Psychopathic Lyrics
The ghettos of America are breeding groundsFor the criminal mindedAs for years they have killed one another ofAnd America has enjoyed its creationBut now these ghetto-minded criminalsHave crossed the line into your neighborhoodAnd will soon give you a taste of the hellThat they have lived for so longSo pops, this time its your son gets shotDeal with your own creationWell, I've been to the storm house and then somePayed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlumDropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my lockerStubbles on my chin, I got hair like ChewbaccaMight see me sleeping on the streetDon't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for meThen it all went to my headNext, forty-nine mother*****ers deadTell the pigs I did itPlace spot at your backAnd beat you in the head with itAnd keep your ***** in placeOr I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her faceUh, I'm hating slutsShoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts'Less I'm in the sacCuz I ***** so hard it'll break they backAll the pressure's packed into one nutI was waiting on a bus and my head blew upAnd the sight'll make ya sickViolent J, mother*****er, psychopathicPsychopathicThought you know *****The ICP is made up of psychoticDemented psycho clumsy mother*****ersAnd we'll put a hook on your bumb legLike it ain't nobody's businessSo I'm standing by the train tracksThen you see me running but ***** with a battle axeI'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..Aah, until I'm nothingSeems like I always get beat downLike the hawk turned to the wicked clownTail turned out to the ghetto cuzSouthwest Detriot is comended one's homeSo you might see me at a festivalCussin', rude, and scratching my testiclesWith a cold two-liter in handRapping to the ***** at the french fry standTake it to the Patent ParkThen I'll make a sexist remarkCuz they're all eventually *****ingServe me *****ing take your ass to the kitchenPolice don't like me it's obviousJust don't look in the trunkOr the sight'll make you sickViolent J, mother*****er, psychopathic(theme from "Halloween")Yeah, I've always been a psychoPsycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psychoI'll throw rocks at stray dogsBuild crackhouses out of Lincoln logsI cut class, said I was a fakerYou was in school, I was home watching Green AcresNow I'm all up in your faceYou can barely hear the rap with all that bassI'm running with a southwest street gangAnd I never let my southwest meat hangCuz you know what ICP's all aboutTake a brick off the streetAnd bust you in the mouthFind the girl's daddy's richAnd his sweet little angel's my sewer freak *****But I filled the turkey up with the stuffingLike Billy Bill say, "a ***** ain't nothing"Grab her by the arm and breakGrab her by the life and take itAnd, ya know, the sight'll make ya sickViolent J, mother*****er, psychopathicPsychopathic
