Psychopathic Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

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Psychopathic Lyrics

The ghettos of America are breeding grounds
For the criminal minded
As for years they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto-minded criminals
And will soon give you a taste of the hell
Have crossed the line into your neighborhood
That they have lived for so long
So pops, this time its your son gets shot
Deal with your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Might see me sleeping on the street
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Next, forty-nine motherf**kers dead
Then it all went to my head
Tell the pigs I did it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Uh, I'm hating sluts
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
'Less I'm in the sac
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
'cause I f**k so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherf**ker, psychopathic
Thought you know bitch
Psychopathic
Demented psycho clumsy motherf**kers
The ICP is made up of psychotic
And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg
So I'm standing by the train tracks
Like it ain't nobody's business
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
Aah, until I'm nothing
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Seems like I always get beat down
Tail turned out to the ghetto 'cause
Southwest Detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand
Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
'cause they're all eventually bitching
Serve me f**king take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherf**ker, psychopathic
(theme from "Halloween")
Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
I cut class, said I was a faker
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
'cause you know what ICP's all about
And bust you in the mouth
Take a brick off the street
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
Find the girl's daddy's rich
Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherf**ker, psychopathic
Psychopathic

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