Insane Clown Posse - Taste Lyrics
Featuring eshamIntro: violent jThe time has come for the blood to run intoThe streets paved with goldWe have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for soLongAnd like animals we kill each other for theHatred of othersWe must move into the suburbs and punish theRich for their ignoranceFor the horror of death, that is part of our life inOur neighborhoodAnd give them a taste of the sameAnd when we kill the governments childrenAnd the streets smell of deathMaybe then we will see our situation in a newLightAnd put an end the the chaos in the ghettoAnd an end to the killingsVerse one: violentjHeard whats going on in the free worldBroke out the asylum and killed a girlJust ta warm u, just to get it onCause Im gonna be cutting throats till theBreak of dawnCant nobody get meIve always been a psycho now they comingWith meThats straight when we team upCause I believe every throat deserves a goodCutLook in my brain its *****ing insaneRoll around ***** in the acid rainRich ***** *****a took me for a suckaNow we killing you instead of killing each otherWalked in the house, shot him in the mouthLeaned back the head, and pulled the brainsOutMy list are strong its only a sawThe government fronts like they dont knowWhat is going on*****, ill take the matter in my own handsCut ya down cat, cut ya downCause I know the rich go joggingAnd Im waiting in the bushes,axe to theNoggingAbout 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with thePsycho psycho rhymesBut ya keep the killer in one place,But Im at ya door, mother*****er have a taste!Verse two: (nate the mack) {shaggy 2 dope}(*****ing you up wont let you pass, *****ing youUp, shot you in the ass){jumped out the alleyway with aMuthaphucking battle axe}{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking trainTracks}(Im sick of this shit I see on the tv,theyShowing psychopathics and I see me)(and ya calling me a homeless hobo,While Im laying on my suede couch listeningTo mojo){snipe ya in the head from a tower,Or chase ya ***** ass clear out the shower}{finally catch ya on the block,Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}(who ya *****ing wit governer e?Dont ya know Ill hang ya dead ass from a tree){then swing ya by ya foot}{mister drumma looking bald headed punk*****}(stroll to the banquet party){drank all they brew}(then shot everybody)(they set it up wrong,Created the ghetto and thought it wouldnt lastLong){thought wed kill each other off,Didnt think wed come to the suburbs.jackoff}(the clowns stick this knife in ya face)({mother*****er, have a taste})Verse three: jump steadyIn detroit doing time, time being doneWithout not another solutionWithout nothing but wicked menHow many muthaphuckas Ive know through theYearsGot they necks blown off or crippled in theirFearNow iull tell ya cause I been in many schoolsFor thisCause Im drawn by the vision and close myHand into a fistRaised in the crime with nothing to eatSo my natural instincts to kill in the streetIm going to war and I sent you cautionJumpsteady stepping over the governmentsBrainwashing(take it, take it farther, take it far)Dont let them even judge ya, cause you knowWho you areSeems they dont even know about the innerCity crime warMoneys on the jews in the desert but what the***** forDamn there stupid,the mine are surroundedThink I like to pay a lesson to a gallonAnd save a human life or twoEnd this ghetto war for the homies that I onceKnewYa peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes(ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyesHoe)I got a mind killing rage waiting on my changeOn the holes on my jacket I craddle my gageWhat ya gonna do if I show up at your placeTry to ignore it this time, mother*****er have aTasteVerse four: capitol e / eshamYa need a spoonful, another wants a little tasteSo let me feed you the city like in a steadyPaceYa wake up to gunfire thining it was a dreamTill ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya youngChild screamEveryday thang, thank it to yaJust wait till you see that cracka at ya frontDoor *****Begging for money, acting like he know yaYa slam the door in fear, but some day hellShow yaCatch ya at point blank range ya gettingJacked(come up wit it *****)Now ya dont know how to actBut thats the life and the experience of aMotherHappends everyday, one another the otherBut the suburb living is high classWith a high class leather city trade with ya assAnd show ya the rough timesHungry homeless people commiting crimeAfter crimeAnd *****es working the pike for doughThen they run to the rock sella to buy someRocks slowAnd I hear ya making fun of that...Icp (whats up e) gets ya batsIts time for you to crack some necksAnd if they dont know now, show them what toExpectCause it dont matter the race or the placeCapitol e giving the inner city tasteInterlude: violent jYea! we heading to birmingham,gross pointAnd beverly hillsI thought you knew, cause we in a devilishMoodVerse five: eshamGuess whos rolling with the icp, that blackDevil comming straight from the dIm heading out to birmingham,to tip off aGermanAnd looking for the governer to kill him and iThink I canViolent j know the way so Im gonna getchaIf ya standing in my way Im getting wit yaThe black devil, that devil ya dont knowGetting more ***** than bel biv devoeHey man do you know my name?(esham)Im down with notics, nuts on trainSo give me mine cause it aint about black orWhiteIt aint about wrong or right on devils nightI burn a cross in ya *****ing faceNow homicides got a new caseSo give me a taste
