A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Insane Clown Posse

"Seriously Hilarious"

[Intro]
Hold it now
Ah, ah, ah
Hold it now
Ah, ah, ah
Hold it now
Uh-oh, b*tch, look out now

[Verse 1]
We got jokes and we hilarious
When our target deserves hit as do various
Inner City Posse scariest, off recording devices
Trust, that's when we nicest
And if the price of my jokes is death? Word
Any line between Hell and my pain blurred
Severe panic burst of fear, Satan's rage
And they've always said just wait, it gets worse with age
Like grandma, they lockin' me up, they certain to
That's why I don't gives a dead f*ck of murking you
And not a single solitary sh*t if I'm touched first
'Cause my folks will see that you touched worse
These no names, take a beef stance, claiming they'll hurt mine
But when that chance come? That stance in the merch line
They only heard half and that, 'cause your subject's me
You'd blow my di*k but can't, that's where your b*tch be

[Pre-Chorus]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, jokes
Hoo-hoo-hoo, good thing we just a dumb hoax
A dead punk b*tch bloody, haha, it's just work
We'd never really want somebody hurt

[Chorus]
ICP, we roam alone
Ever since Inner City Ghetto Zone
Say your funny jokes, tell us all some jokes
Super silly jokes, boy, you got some jokes (Hold it now)
ICP, we roam alone
Ever since Inner City Ghetto Zone
We just some funny clowns, seriously hilarious (Hold it now)

[Verse 2]
These b*tch ass artists out here
Ride the Juggalo escalator all damn day
Think they the greatest on the way up, then they walk away
Knowing the rest all hate us, they watch what they say
Could of repped but downplayed us, f*cking lost their way
We might make nine-tenths of that list of invites
Into a f*cking hit list, and commence to making sh*t right
Not one f*ck with any real fame and balls
Lent their goddamn name to the cause, nobody
You got love? Prove it, you blew your one shot
You don't deserve 'em, I don't give a f*ck not
All b*tches get shot, red beams
How the f*ck we 'posed to know a b*tch's ass in your jeans?
Phony fake ass pretend friends
Your sh*t's stocked in the f*ck bin, for a buck-ten
Your sh*t sucked then, and sucks now, more hard
You sucked di*k your whole career, f*ckin' old porn star

[Pre-Chorus]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, jokes
Hoo-hoo-hoo, good thing we just a dumb hoax
A dead punk b*tch bloody, haha, it's just work
We'd never really want somebody hurt

[Chorus]
ICP, we roam alone
Ever since Inner City Ghetto Zone
Say your funny jokes, tell us all some jokes
Super silly jokes, boy, you got some jokes (Hold it now)
ICP, we roam alone
Ever since Inner City Ghetto Zone
We just some funny clowns, seriously hilarious (Hold it now)
ICP, we roam alone
Ever since Inner City Ghetto Zone
Say your funny jokes, tell us all some jokes
Super silly jokes, boy, you got some jokes (Hold it now)
ICP, we roam alone
Ever since Inner City Ghetto Zone
We just some funny clowns, seriously hilarious (Hold it now)

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2017-2019 Lyrics.lol