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Lyrics for 17 Dead by Insane Clown Posse:
| | | Artist: | Insane Clown Posse |
| | Album: | Beverly Kills 50187 | | Track: | 17 Dead | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 118 | | | | Lyrics: | I got shot with a buck shot shot me down
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 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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