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Insane Clown Posse

"West Vernor Ave"

[Intro]
FiteBack, FiteBack
Yeah

[Verse 1: Shaggy]
So I'm marinating at home, sippin’ cheap wine in the recline
I'm on bottle two, so this beast fine
b*tch givin' me a lap dance but honey heavy
She weigh more than a 3500 Chevy
She lifted her belly, wack surprise
pus*y had fro like the Jackson 5
Just then, rounds, rounds, get down
They wanna nix this wicked clown
I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded
Reached for the uzi
at my foot and unloaded
But them hoes got away in time
And my b*tch headless, but she’ll be fine
I shot back in the passion's heat
Killed somebody grandma across the street
They all gon' die, no, they can't hide
As soon as we find out who

[Chorus]
We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And open f*ckin' fire (Move, b*tch)
We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And burn our f*ckin' tires (Tires)

[Verse 2: Shaggy]
The Southwest Side is like Baghdad, yeah
People get killed for a gang rag, yeah
If you're my enemy, I'll make your brain hang, yeah
Out the side of your head, big game of tag, huh
You’re it, b*tch, "it" being dead
And it was a basehead chick who said
Her brother’s boys, The Murder Rats
Was who tried to kill me, I heart that
Pow, b*tch, head paints the wall
b*tch dead, but she ain't fall
Still propped up, vacant look in her eyes
Death’s quite the surprise

[Chorus]
We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And open f*ckin' fire (Move, b*tch)
We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And burn our f*ckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Verse 3: Shaggy]
Looking for revenge, three hours
Where the f*ck are these b*tch-ass cowards?
Searching the ghetto zone, all sides of it
Like pus*y holes, they're rarely seen in public
We asked Big Red and Meth Head Sally
Yeah, I took a sec and got head in the alley
We went back home, almost got inside
But J called, he found ’em

[Bridge: Violent J]
Shaggy, yo, them c*cksuckers tried to kill you
Dumping hot slugs through your home, what the f*ck?
Let's ride and go make some headlines (Some headlines)
Five dead in the ghetto zone, whoop, whoop

[Verse 4: Shaggy]
Duck low, rode by three times, triple checkin'
And as best we wreckin', it's them
Slangin' that bath salt and that spice
Today, though, bad advice
Four scrubs in a bucket, pullin' up dumpin'
Empty the full clip, quickly bust 'em
Pop, pap, pop, pap, pop, pap (Stop that)
Shot dead all five

[Chorus]
We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And open f*ckin' fire (Move, b*tch)
We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And burn our f*ckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Interlude: Violent J]
Ha-ha-ha-ha
No one even called the police, ha-ha-ha
Dead on the street all damn week, okay

[Chorus]
We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And open f*ckin' fire (Move, b*tch)
We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)
And burn our f*ckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Outro]
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
Willaby's words of wisdom, b*tch
Don't expect peace and tranquility
Without at least some hostility, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And if you're on easy street, b*tch
You've got some potholes comin'
Some are gonna be so deep
You can look down 'em and see old Beelzebub himself (Brother)
Pinchin' a hot loaf
Like, what the f*ck?

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