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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - 24 Lyrics (die bitch, fuckin die!) ALL NIGHT find me robbin your jewels settin fires damaging, and breakin into schools IN THE DARKNESS its much easier to be heartless break the window out the Lincoln and screwdriver start this muggin people droppin on 'em from street lights stab 'em with garden tools, or beat 'em with pipes so dont come out stay inside cozy and tucked and if im breakin in your old lady's gettin.. fook'd! ALL DAY car jacks get outta the van as soon as they step out i pop 'em anyway "BLAMMM!" i rob liquor stores with a lil 22 hold i know its nothing but its something when its bustin at your nose SUNNY DAYS i hit up the beach with cleats on and stomp bitches in they ass tryina tan in they thongs ALL DAY see me fuckin hookers at truck stops and then i kill 'em cause thats where my buck stops ALL NIGHT im wicked and i got the power bloodsheds on the wall during the witching hour IN THE DARKNESS see me ride by in an impala draggin some fuck ass by his foot and hear him holla IN THE NIGHT TIME i take whats rightfully mine i run through emergency rooms and sever life lines fuck the limelight i'm the one i need to impress with a double dip swinging ax chop to your chest ALL DAY im sellin coke laced joints to little kids i'm a clown in a milk truck handlin biz IN THE SUNSHINE i been known to take shots at the po im in the bushes with the camouflage on and rifle scope ALL DAY i'm wicked i keep it horrifying ax murdered some kid and his dad kite flying i knock the fuckin mail man out on the grass and burned holes in his face with the magnifying glass ALL NIGHT i fly like a vampire bat and murder people telling stories where the camp fires at BLAME IT ON THE MOONLIGHT OR BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE i shot the mother fuckin sheriff and his deputy rookie WHEN ITS DARK OUT i hit the streets in the shadows and grab yos, and BOOGIE THE WOOGIE and stab ho's dont even give me a pound when you see this clown you gettin cut the fuck up and chopped the fuck down ALL DAY catch me picnicking with bitches in the park right before i icepick 'em in the heart 24/7 if it aint us its somebody gettin bloody wicked clowns aint the only ones nutty buddy CATCH ME, TONGUE KISSIN a severed head catch me burying another bitch dead behind a shed it doesn't matter night or day all around the clock VILOENT J AND SHAGGY CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP! YA GONNA DIE ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - 24 Lyrics (Esham) The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades Just your ordinary average homicide days Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays No I'm in the hot pursuit, I’m riding sideways I know my life ain’t worth the bullets in your ’45 But you ain’t hitting me, I jump into a sporty dive Before you know I got my shank inside your throat and sides 24’s on 84 Regal as you was flooring right Pilling, chrome creeping, through the ghetto zone 9 milli-milli bang for the metal tome Send you back to your mama wrapped in cello-phone You seen the lights of the flashy berretta chrome Slice your ass with this hatchet like we Tom and Jerry Knock your shit out, get you paid by the tooth fairy When you die you're getting wet up like your bloody Carrie Tuck your ass nice and cozy for the cemetery When I burry your ass (Chorus) Money to my mamma, I’m sending that Corners full of drama I’m bending that 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding Money to my mamma, I’m sending that Corners full of drama, I’m bending that 24’s on a 84 Regal and I’m grinding 24’s on my 84 Regal and I’m grinding (TNT) 24’s on my 84 Regal I’m riding down your block with 2 Desert Eagles I’m fixing to save the underground like Neo. People People, there’s no equal Fuck the sequel This is it A hit is a hit You're about to get your wig split It’s the real deal no counterfeit Nigga’s check my style, my paint jobs gleaming My rims is beaming My hoes swallow my seamen Oops I was just peeing Let me re-start fuck going to court Live in the fast lane cause life is to short Hoes quote my rhymes Fiends cop my dimes My shit is so clean I only ride when the sun shines Read between the lines Fucking with mine you lose your mind And I ain’t lying, nigga’s is dying (Chorus) Money to my mamma, I’m sending that Corners full of drama I’m bending that 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding Money to my mamma, I’m sending that Corners full of drama, I’m bending that 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding 24’s on my 84 Regal, and I’m grinding (Shaggy 2 Dope) Eighty-four Regal cruising on twenty-fours Looking for these hoes Stop at every liquor store You ain’t peep my twenty-fo’ spinners? Diamond spoke Po-pos looking at them at red lights and catch strokes I get head while I’m mashing on 7 mile and Grashiot Grip the stearing wheel tight bitch I ain’t crashing it Barry’s in the rearview what the fuck? Again? Push him out the window pealed out on his head I ain't scared, fuck what he talking Talking about my Regal, illegal cause flawsing So it’s back to the land to get my dime bags Not to mention my hatchet to deal with these fags I’m back in my home turf, Southwest Where the hoes got they man's name tatted on they chest What you hate me for? Twenty-fours on a eighty-four When I open the door What you waiting for? (Chorus) Money to my mamma, I’m sending that Corners full of drama I’m bending that 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding Money to my mamma, I’m sending that Corners full of drama, I’m bending that 24’s on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding 24’s on my 84 Regal, and I’m grinding |
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