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INSANE CLOWN POSSE lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage

Taste

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featuring Esham Intro: Violent J The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings Verse one: ViolentJ Heard whats going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Just ta warm u, just to get it on Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain its fucking insane roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out My list are strong its only a saw The government fronts like they dont know what is going on Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands Cut ya down cat, cut ya down Cause i know the rich go jogging And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes But ya keep the killer in one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} {Finally catch ya on the block, take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} (Who ya fucking wit governer E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) {Then swing ya by ya foot} {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch} (Stroll to the banquet party) {Drank all they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) Verse three: Jump Steady In Detroit doing time, time being done Without not another solution Without nothing but wicked men How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon And save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste Verse four: Capitol E / Esham Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream Everyday thang, thank it to ya Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked (come up wit it bitch) Now ya dont know how to act But that's the life and the experience of a mother Happends everyday, one another the other But the suburb living is high class With a high class leather city trade with ya ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow And i hear ya making fun of that... ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they dont know now, show them what to expect Cause it dont matter the race or the place Capitol E giving the inner city Taste Interlude: Violent J Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood Verse five: Esham Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya The black devil, that devil ya dont know Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man do you know my name? (Esham) Im down with notics, nuts on train So give me mine cause it aint about black or white It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night I burn a cross in ya fucking face Now homicide's got a new case So give me a taste

Race Against Time II

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
Yeah, yeah, uh huh Race against time, ha part two You know, haha, Uh, c'mon Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha Nothin like the future [Verse 1] Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock is all stashed up Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste To give chase, I put a hole in your fin But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your hood no motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood I would die if I could, Rule the lion And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in" [Chorus - 2X] Race against time, I - can't stop Runnin through the red light - livin my life Even if I'm gettin too hot Still I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din" [Verse 2] Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six This cocaine was heavily mixed And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius' Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus] [Verse 3] If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole They seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime She reminded me that nobody can beat time If you get enough of it nigga So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different But this the same old criminal vibin I ain't hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus]

Sometimes

KANO "Home Sweet Home"
[VERSE 1] Yo, yo yo yo yo When I see the fans go mad I think why do they like me? Theres about a thousand other boys just like me Spittin lyrics on the mic dressed in nike What makes me so special? When they say im the next one to blow I say why do they think me? All I do is stay in mostly and sleep And all I do is watch channel u and drink tea, why me? All I do is listen to myself and get my lyrics in order Play my own songs and give a mirror performance Now im about to sign im sort of in there with warmers Im movin on now, wish me good luck My manager said this the quickest deal ever I said 18 years aint the quickest deal ever Im tryin 2 sell and make the quickest meal ever Support my family so I can feel better But its not for the cheddar, Its not for the fame Its not for the rolex Its not for the chain Its just for the respect, ive been doin this for years remember Free of charge I aint rich yet [CHORUS] sometimes I think is it all worth it I aint a popstar I cant be perfect Ive know ive got far, but is it to far to turn back? sometimes I have to kick myself coz sometimes I cant believe this shit myself so sometimes youll see me in a daydream finkin could be underground goin mainstream sometimes I have to kick myself coz sometimes I cant believe this shit myself so sometimes youll see me in a daydream finkin could be underground goin mainstream [VERSE 2] its so real now, ive had dreams of this album so reality is the theme of this album boy I dunno if ill make cream off this album I just wanna see fans screamin and shoutin I aint doubting my ability but sometimes I think why me particularly What different have I got to offer lyricly? But maybe there is something about me that the worlds dying to see And without me, who can replace me a few can amaze me And literally do what I do to the rave scene and go from spittin in the booth to the mainstreem but am I gifted? Maybe I am 18 im only a baby I am they say but was I born to do this ? yes I don't have to sign no forms to do this but I just take it one step at a time One word at a time one stage at a time one breath at a time until I run out of time. [CHORUS X2]

What's Going On

Jungle Brothers "Straight Out The Jungle"
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening I wonder how you continue to be grieving Your meal is made and it's time to chill You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous You find out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you Because your so-called friend rattled on you You're in the pen serving 10 to 20 Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money You're out for teen, but what does it mean? You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye) What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame Out on the street tryin' to play the game Formally an in-mate straight from upstate Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late He's on the run and he's got a gun Stay out his way unless you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese food He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's I saw him last night in the prime time news Shot and killed by a His birth to the earth was a big mistake Now, history was not my favourite subject I used to flip through the pages and get upset Seein' little of black and too much of the other (They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother Read this, read that, answer question 3 But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along Now tell me (please) what's goin' on Repeat chorus Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots She said, Don't play with guns and play with knives And most of all, don't play with other people's wives When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind 'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine Put your head up high and your feet on the ground You don't have to be like everybody else to be down Stay in school G: Don't be no fool A: Don't lose your temper G: And keep your cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends A: The other day my father said, Son, God bless your soul Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold I said, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean? He said, G: You ain't got nothin' 'less you got the green A: I realise to myself things are gonna be hard So each and every day I pray to God I say, Now I lay me down to sleep G: I give the Lord my soul to keep A: If I should die before I wake G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break A: But if you let me live to another morn G: I'd like to know what's goin' on Chorus 2: What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Tell me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Lift Her Pull Her

ATMOSPHERE "Seven's Travels"
You don't know me You just left me You don't know me You just left me You don't know me You just left me You don't know me You just left me And he was a man Or so he thought Paid attention to the lessons that he taught Second hand me down blessing She was short on patience Carried person hated every day people The plight of the pessimist Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work Television and sexual moments But some times it gets so hope less When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love Fear of the results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight Two youths on the run Learning some truth about life And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon The time the talks they share walking around calhoon And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path? The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path Oh you going out? what time you goin be back? Cause they were two perfect kids In a two perfect worlds Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl Lets all take seats Please quiet during the performance Lift her pull her from the orchids Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins Lift them pull them from the gardens Your horoscope says we should share an apartment Lift them pull them apart from their gardens Now she was smart She grew up with this complex That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall Though he'd seen it all Until his all became that girl She said she loves the drugs But when she comes down She speaks about finishing She's convinced its the last visit He doesn't know the difference between come and go Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot She died her hair black Maybe now she can relax Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard He wears a old face and beer gut Existence validation printed on the monthly statements That comes from master card He thinks she sleeps to much She thinks he spends to much He thinks her friends are jokes She thinks he's out of touch He thinks she drinks to much She think he thinks to much Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up She's has seen a lot of sex He tried to hide his resentment But their wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see Cause even the time that they killed Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too She never comprehended what to make of it He was never quite prepared to study the reaching Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leaving Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work And live in That congested brain They had old lovers on the side old flames That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains And each time they mixed up the ingredients They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly Collect me consume me release me snuggle Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world And every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world

Bottoms Up

Tha Alkaholiks "Coast II Coast"
Intro: Tash Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz! Who we got, we got, we got We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live Verse One: MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in YOu're not a true hip-hop person Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom I got em, left without no watchers While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption I rock loaded, I never get promoted But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded But no exucses, I still get the loosest When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this So back the fuck up like we told you last time Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes Chorus: Repeat 4X We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up! Verse Two: J-Ro I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes) Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way Bay-bee, bay-bee WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang I bring it all the way back, like a punk return I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns The only MC I like is Amante I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U And you know what we came to do, bottoms up! Chorus Verse Three: King Tee When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in The advertisement, and that nigga's bent Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage Teela's got a brand new gauge So Make Room, for the crew with beats that I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer Choppin up MC's with they mama Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease Tash I'm up out this piece Chorus (repeat until fades)

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