| Insane Clown Posse Lyrics Page 1 | ||||
| Rainbows and Stuff This one goes out to that special someone in my life, we all have someone special, this is for them I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees I like cotton candy candy gum and bumper cars and carnivals golden skies and hazel eyes and sand in between my toes But! Something tells me that I hate you Something tells me I must kill you You ain't shit but a slutty ass mother fucker slut you fucking whore, I fucking hate you. I like birthday candle cakes and titty shakes with silicone Secret whispers and D-Loc's sister and apple dips; Gingerbread home Faygo chills they give me thrills and nyquil pills they make me sleep Hershey kisses and happy misses and something so bliss yet all the while Something tells me that I hate you Something tells me I must kill you Shaggy: Suck my fuckin dick fuck off Go fuck your self you funky ass biatch Come on, come on (bitch) Come on, come on (bitch) I fuckin hate you Come on, come on (bitch) Come on, come on (bitch) Shaggy: I...... Id fucking pinch your nipples shut. I like shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me Thank you j, I like you too, well its OK, we're family Raver chicks and kung-fu flicks and sugar sticks like lollipops All of these things have *happiness brings, but my hatred for you don't stop Bitch... Something tells me that I hate you Something tells me I must kill you Bitch!! I fucking hate you! Ill fucking kill you! You scabrous bitch! |
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| Let's Go All The Way Ain't nobody jealous, everybody has they own Nobody locked up, everybody, everybody is free to roam Lookin' at scrubby with a hottie on his side Lookin' at rich kids, poor kids, Everybody together on the same side And they down to ride (Chorus) Lets go all the way (Let's go all the way) Let's go all the way Ain't nobody left out, everybody gets to go It can never be too crowded, come on, we still pickin' up some more Don't nobody hate you, playa hate you, The rain don't play at all Gotta million hands to catch you cause they'll catch you And they never catch your fall And we gotta worry all of ya'll (Chorus) Never known sickness, no sickness, nobody has to die Everything's answered, what didn't then, we'll never have to wonder why Won't nobody rush you, no pressure, be what you wanna be Can't you guess what this place is, Your future make it a reality all you have to do is follow me (Chorus, repeats till fade) |
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