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icp insane clown posse - pass me by lyrics

“does this excite you? think about it! does it not stagger the
imagination? no builder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare to the mansions above. won’t that be something when you go
to live in your own mansion? there’ll be no concern about paying for it,
it’s already taken care of. there’ll be no worry about being moved out
of it. it will be yours forever.”

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
i got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
the bullet went in my eyeball and out my -n-s
and i was h-t, that was it, on the spot
flash, i woke up in a parking lot
and i’m sittin in a ’64 reinkeys
with sh-ggy dope written on the car keys
i look around i can’t believe that it’s possible
i’m dead, and i made it to the carnival
i walk in, it’s everything i dreamed of
everybody and they momma got clown luv
j-panese, lebanese, and chinese,
portuguese, and southwest ghetto g’s. (woowoo)
hangin’ out with redneck truck drivers
instead of always givin’ each other piledrivers
i see my old homey, he died in a drag
chillin with two b-tches, “what up, sh-ggs?”
and he p-ssed me a blunt like a tree trunk
i tried to hit it, but couldn’t even f-ck with it
and to think, i always been afraid to die
but i ain’t never goin back to wonder why.

[chorus (2x)]
we all gonna die, but i’m not gonna fry
even though most never try
i’m not gonna let this p-ss me bye, no

[violent j]
i was born, first, they threw me in a sh-t pile
i dealt with it, and lived there for a while
i got dissed on, p-ssed on, and beat down
mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
next thing ya know, i’m chillin’ at the big top
free money, and mad b-tches non-stop
no water, it’s faygo on tap
i wash my hair, and my face, and my b-tt-crack with it
cuz i can, cuz i’m phat paid
i got a five story funhouse with a maid
and she walks around with her t-tties hanging out
and when i cough, she come and dust my b-lls off (woowoo)
i’m headed up to the show, i’m gonna see
jimi hendrix, selena, and eazy e
elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
we got p-ssed off, because he sounded like b-tt
there’s no fights, it’s a perfect match
hillbillies in the crowd tryin’ to cabbage patch
and to think, i’ve always been afraid to die
but i ain’t never goin back to wonder why.

[chorus (2x)]

[violent j]
did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
well picture this, your nuts burnin that way
and a roman candle stickin’ in your b-tthole
that’s where the greedy sk-nk motherf-ckers go

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
this is all h-ll now, we livin’ in it
but this bullsh-t’ll be over in a minute
then it’s off to the faygos and neden hoes
new clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)

[violent j]
and while you sit around cryin’ for your dead friend
he’s chillin’ up there, paid, getting mad ends
he’s probably there tryin to figure out why you’re sad
he’s on the beach gettin’ fat, you got it bad

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
and for those who ain’t down for the next man
who rob from the poor, and sn-tch all ya can
and any chicken talkin’ sh-t, lemme tell ya something
hold a lighter to your b-lls, and you’ll see what’s coming

[chorus (2x)]

“does this excite you? think about it! does it not stagger the
imagination? no builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
to the mansions above. won’t that be something when you go to live
in your own mansion? there’ll be no concern about paying for it,
it’s already taken care of. there’ll be no worry about being moved out
of it. it will be yours forever.”

[chorus (10x)]

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