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| Insane Clown Posse- My Homie Baby Mama I don't know. She ain't even looking that good. (kinda fat) Even so, i think i'd probably fuck her if i could. (kinda fat like that) It's just sumpthin bout the way her titties swing around. (boing, cha-boing, boing, boing, boing, cha-boing) Wiping poo-poo of they babie's butt (Oh yeah!) i think i wanna take her down Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] Man this is some muthafuckin bull shit, You talkin bout you wanna fuck my girl, man we raising a baby together, that's some bull muthafuckin shit. I got coupons bitch, dollar fifty off at chucky cheese Got ya similax formula, just baby fuck me please goo goo ga ga, i make ya baby laugh (Don't you like the way my ugly face looks) But when baby go night night, you gonna hafta to come up with some ass Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] I'm tryin to look out for you and your baby, that's why i'm telling you about him cheating on you. I ain't even like that, come here lemme hold you Watchin Jerry Springer all fuckin day, your baby rolling you a joint (lookie momma, i packed it with the good shit) I told you if you let me hit it, i take you both to see the point. (but the neden wasn't all that, so forget it) Rubber binkies (binkies) food, all over the floor am i gonna help you clean it?, I'm out the fuckin door (gotta go, and i won't be back no more) Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] (I already fucked your baby's momma) How the fuck you gonna fuck on me bitch i dont even belive this shit you gonna fuck him in my bed, what the fuck (he said he loved me) Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [4x] (I already fucked your baby's mamma I would fuck your baby's momma's momma) |
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| Insane Clown Posse- Who asked You? Wicked clowns, wicked clowns Drank my last cup of dead body stew Paint my face, creep up and say BOO! Nobody knows what I'm about Walk around town with my guts hanging out Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake Daddy walks in and see the sick clown Moving his butt-cheeks up and down Nate the Mack and Jump Steady Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones Why do we do the things that we do? Who the motherfuck asked you, uh? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too Never had life, always been dead Gotta metal plate in the back of my head Lemon drops, lick lollipops I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops Clown cutters, much clown luv Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops Grew another head and I had it lopped off But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg) Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock My dingaling swings when I run down the block No, I don't sing in a rock band "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man" Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping Why do we do the things that we do? Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too |
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