Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
Posse on Vernor
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Me and Shaggy 2 Dope, our home away from home
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin’ up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain’t psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)
Everybody’s lookin’ if you jealous turn around
Fuckin’ with them leathers got us hoppin’ off the ground [Honk]
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The alpines bumpin but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rollin Twiztid’s gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation comin back from Cedar Point
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Lookin for the things, Eddie wavin for some action
The wagons kinda crowded the whole crowd was leaning back
Jamie tryin to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn’t lookin, we hit a crack head
Flippin’ off the windshield, the motherfucker’s dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret
Insane Clown Posse rippin’ up shit
Woo! Woo!
Psychopathic Soldiers Roll
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, come on)
Down Riverside that’s how we ride
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Runnin down bass and seven more scored
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
Jump Steady’s dangerous, Dougy is 4 Reala
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy’s on the left side causin’ helly grief
Leavin haters bleeding crawling pickin’ up they teeth
Tom Dumb is the skinny guy, People think he’s funny
But he be leaving out at tonight and comin’ back bloody
Cruisin Del Ray boy these streets is cold
Cigarette lighter broken, window stuck unrolled
Rippin Michigan, we saw nothin but thugs
Me and Muggin, ho n’ shoppin,
Distributi’n drugs
Hittin 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk*
Squeekin and we sparkin’ but wagon dont stop
Michigan an Livernois
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a verner
It’s time to get wrecked
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Junky on the corner, needle ’bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yellin “What’s my Name!?”
Sub-Island Toxic Sludge Warriors
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, Come on)
Broken course back down to Southwest
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)
Now cruisin down Verner, my wheels spin slow
Runnin with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin for a ride
We tried to pick em up, but we had no room inside
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hood
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
Our crew is gettin bigger, and there’s way to many freaks
The muffler’s draggin and the tail pipe’s weak
Now these hoes are gettin hungry, Monoxide’s treatin
We stopped at Soci-Mocos for some mexican eatin
The restaurant was closed, this ho was like “Damn it.”
She said “Go back the other way
we’ll stop and eat at Simmons.”
Now, Simmons just a place, it’s a little run down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
After midnight though the place is bad news
Alex dropped a $20, an’ didn’t even miss it
This ho from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend’s trippin and jumpin on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
Cause, We never like a punk, who beats on his girl
If ya don’t have a game, then let her leave your world
Ain’t nothin’ to discuss, the bitch left with us
She fucked everybody, now I heard she live with Russ
Boy I’m runnin’ with a hatchet, and you walkin’ with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is givin’ you the blues
Hate us all you want, cuz we don’t get upset
We the Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)
Psychopathic holdin’ it down for Southwest
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Damn! Whut!)
Dumpin’ dead bodies behind the Del Ray Cafe
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)
Fuckin’ bitches on the grass in Paton Park
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way the down
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalkers
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Make D-boy turn right back right around
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)
Tit bars and wicked shit cars
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Inner City Posse’s still alive, bitch!
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Southwest!)
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin’ up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain’t psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)
Everybody’s lookin’ if you jealous turn around
Fuckin’ with them leathers got us hoppin’ off the ground [Honk]
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The alpines bumpin but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rollin Twiztid’s gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation comin back from Cedar Point
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Lookin for the things, Eddie wavin for some action
The wagons kinda crowded the whole crowd was leaning back
Jamie tryin to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn’t lookin, we hit a crack head
Flippin’ off the windshield, the motherfucker’s dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret
Insane Clown Posse rippin’ up shit
Woo! Woo!
Psychopathic Soldiers Roll
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, come on)
Down Riverside that’s how we ride
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Runnin down bass and seven more scored
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
Jump Steady’s dangerous, Dougy is 4 Reala
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy’s on the left side causin’ helly grief
Leavin haters bleeding crawling pickin’ up they teeth
Tom Dumb is the skinny guy, People think he’s funny
But he be leaving out at tonight and comin’ back bloody
Cruisin Del Ray boy these streets is cold
Cigarette lighter broken, window stuck unrolled
Rippin Michigan, we saw nothin but thugs
Me and Muggin, ho n’ shoppin,
Distributi’n drugs
Hittin 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk*
Squeekin and we sparkin’ but wagon dont stop
Michigan an Livernois
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a verner
It’s time to get wrecked
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/5cC ]
Junky on the corner, needle ’bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yellin “What’s my Name!?”
Sub-Island Toxic Sludge Warriors
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, Come on)
Broken course back down to Southwest
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)
Now cruisin down Verner, my wheels spin slow
Runnin with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin for a ride
We tried to pick em up, but we had no room inside
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hood
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
Our crew is gettin bigger, and there’s way to many freaks
The muffler’s draggin and the tail pipe’s weak
Now these hoes are gettin hungry, Monoxide’s treatin
We stopped at Soci-Mocos for some mexican eatin
The restaurant was closed, this ho was like “Damn it.”
She said “Go back the other way
we’ll stop and eat at Simmons.”
Now, Simmons just a place, it’s a little run down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
After midnight though the place is bad news
Alex dropped a $20, an’ didn’t even miss it
This ho from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend’s trippin and jumpin on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
Cause, We never like a punk, who beats on his girl
If ya don’t have a game, then let her leave your world
Ain’t nothin’ to discuss, the bitch left with us
She fucked everybody, now I heard she live with Russ
Boy I’m runnin’ with a hatchet, and you walkin’ with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is givin’ you the blues
Hate us all you want, cuz we don’t get upset
We the Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)
Psychopathic holdin’ it down for Southwest
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Damn! Whut!)
Dumpin’ dead bodies behind the Del Ray Cafe
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)
Fuckin’ bitches on the grass in Paton Park
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way the down
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalkers
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Make D-boy turn right back right around
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)
Tit bars and wicked shit cars
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Inner City Posse’s still alive, bitch!
THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Southwest!)
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