Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Insane Clown PosseНазвание : 17 DeadДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : horrorcore rap juggalo hip-hop psychopathic Видео:
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But you know you can`t paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin` nuts hang? But do you care I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn`t no where And what about the time I got fucked When I got shot in the throat...fuckin` sucked But you news wouldn`t know me You could give a fuck less never the less unless Something happened in your suburbs I`m a cut your daddy`s neck, you little fuckin` nerd I don`t give a fuck where you`re from boy So don`t tell me cuz I don`t give a fuck It`s all about what`s going on in your head Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection I woke up next to a dead body Roll it out the way and jump out of bed Strap on my kicks and step out my room Cuz somehow there`s another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass I`m a kick somebody in they dead ass Quick to make a left on Jefferson And I noticed there`s another stiff riding shotgun Am I just seeing things? No. Is your mother a soggy ho? I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies But I`m straight with that Just don`t be leaving your guts in my car n` shit Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day I gotta wonder if they do Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too I can`t do much, but they can But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man I`m gonna swim in they blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Yeah, dead bodies man They ain`t so bad I mean they`re all over in the Streets n shit ya know But they don`t be fuckin` with you They just lay there dead as shit I mean they tasted kinda straight With a little mustard, man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath Look at you makes me go baddy Motherfucker don`t be nothing like your daddy Cuz he`s nothing but a redneck hoe Him and his kind created this ghetto They can deal with they own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation But it don`t work like that Knock at your door and it`s me running slug bat I`m a stick it to your fuckin` nugget About seventeen times and you`re gonna love it motherfucker Drive down my street And stare at the folks who can`t make end`s meat You don`t know now but that`s the plan Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man Take that to your golden bed Cuz I`m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Well, ya know Violent J`s kinda wicked If there`s a booger in my nose I`m a pick it And flick it in your eye like you ain`t jack And stomp my boots on your nutsac Well, I`m Shaggy and I`m in the house You don`t think so, I`ll put a brick in your mouth Can`t nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys down river straight hick town Well, ya know I`m coming straight from the trailor park That`s me out front working on the Skylark I`m waiting on a check, I don`t cut the grass And my woman`s got babies falling all out her ass I`ll be running with the carnival until I`m eighty And tonight I`m going out with the fat lady I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty But I ain`t saying shit about a wooden titty | Похожие исполнители:
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