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icp - first day out lyrics

(violent j)
got another funky rhyme
another funky, funky rhyme
got another funky rhyme
another funky rhyme
another funky, funky rhyme

(sh-ggy 2 dope)
aw sh-t, man, that’s icp
this is my jam!
i’m on a psychedelic, motherf-cking intergalactic void g
aw, sh-t!

(violent j)
well, they let the gate up so i bail
it’s been six months, pick me up from the county jail
with a smart mouth i payed my dues
steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
but i ain’t naggin’
here come the fellas, i can hear the m-ffler dragging
ain’t been in the car long
and the faygo is almost gone
my nuts are kinda hard so i need a mate
so my homeboy’s cousin set me up with a blind date
she said “pick me up at three”
can’t b-tch, the bus don’t ride your street, hoe
we gonna eat at mexican village
take a cab and i’ll pay the tab
and when she showed up, well, i’ll be d-mned
left my wallet at home on the tv stand
have her pay him and for dinner, too
the knot in my sock, it don’t fit you
she’s all prettied up for nothing
i’m smelling like sh-t and my chin is scruffing
and i’m chewing on my food like a pitbull
cause i won’t front for the hoe
stuck my face in a bowl of soup
and just sucked it all up threw my missing tooth
the b-tch jumped up with a boom
“i have to fix my hair” and broke to the bathroom
she’s got the tab, so i go for mine
and order up some ’52 vintage wine
hey, louie, bring a f-ckin’ steak with that
motherf-ckers like j’ll say f-ck that
she’s back now and her hair ain’t fixed
probably took a long greasy–ss smelly sh-t
i ain’t saying nothing though
i ain’t saying nothing bout the f-cking hoe
what’s up b-tch, i’m ready to break
how long can one fat b-tch take?
quit snacking and pay me saps
cause we going home to meet her pops

“so joe, what is that you do for a living?”
“aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
vernor and springwell. matter fact, i think i sold to that fat b-tch in the kitchen”

your dad’s really cool sweetheart
i mean, him letting me use his car
and he slipped me a fifty
violent j’s kinda nifty
if i’d a hit you’d be home through
but now your coming home with me
dad, i gotta b-tch in the bedroom
take your -ss to the bar and don’t come home soon
now the juggla’s known to smack hoes
but i need the shot too
so i switch to the mack mode

(sh-ggy 2 dope)
now woman, you know i love you
so why don’t you just let me f-ck you
now b-tch, i know you’s a freak
so let me get a little kiss on your cheek
and a f-ck to go with that
come on, nympho, let me hit that
tell ya what, you let me stick it
and i gotta left over piece of chicken for ya
ya little sewer sk-nk
ya nasty little pipe-smoking sack-chasing hoe
and that was that
a little smooth talking she was on her back
and i’m finally sticking
dump ya, and i’m eating my chicken
you’ll never guess what
my first day out and i caught my nut

(chorus repeats until end)
first day out and i caught my nut
first day out and i caught my nut
first day out and i caught my nut
well, sh-t b-tch, it’s my first day out

- icp lyrics

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