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insane clown posse - fuck regret lyrics

[intro: violent j]
sh+ggy the airhead on the beat
that’s right. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[verse 1: violent j]
yo, ninja, give them wicked clowns some eardrums, four minutes dude
we got some sh+t to spit and if you dig it say “f+ck that sh+t too”
i’m speakin’ on regret and beatin’ ourselves up over past mistakes
regrets are b+st+rds, snakes infectin’ brains, let’s blast ’em, clean the slates
f+ck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda bullsh+t, you don’t know sh+t, ho
you gots it backwards, would’ve wound up jack worse in a black he+rs+
no regrets, i’m spittin’ that, hoes regrets, skippin’ the track
regrets are poltergeists to the brain, satanic attack ([?])
f+ck lookin’ back, let’s look ahead, came from wack to fresh instead
my life was somethin’ to dread, now it’s better than hooker head
real time, (yeah) baby, no cassette, (mmm) you can’t rewind or forward sh+t (nope)
ain’t no pause to this life of yours but you can always hit eject
now you’re posted at your mama place, roasted, in a china vase
with you roasted, she don’t mind the sp+ce, a toast to your v+g+n+ face
once dead, you can forever look back and sweat what you wanna sweat
but while i’m livin’ my life alive, i’m screamin’ “f+ck regret!” f+ck regret!

[chorus: violent j & sh+ggy 2 dope]
choices, we make them, chances, we take them
some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
we don’t look back, ’cause so much we facin’
i always stay proud of myself, i’m yelling, “f+ck regret!”
choices, we make them, chances, we take them
some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
we don’t look back, ’cause so much we facin’
i always stay proud of myself, i’m yelling, “f+ck regret!”
[verse 2: sh+ggy 2 dope]
“man, if i only coulda+” f+ck that sh+t! you [wimp ?] b+tch, so what?
make up a hand sign that means “scrub life” and throw that sh+t the f+ck up
i got two fat b+tches, hippopotamuses, clearin’ thirty dishes
who gives a f+ck what i be doin’, if i made different decisions
i bump into good luck on daily, everywhere i go we meet again
it’s like the sh+t’s stalkin’ me, hawkin’ me, like it need a friend
it’s almost scary, very, like we got the same itinerary
i said, “what in the f+ck? it’s good luck! you again?” he told me, “call me larry”
so take your crystal b+lls, superstitions, intuitions, and visions
and f+ck out my face, unless you want a my+foot+in+your+ass collision
i’m sorry, some of the roads i took in life were dead ends
and if they f+cked you up somehow, kid, that wasn’t my intentions (nope)
if it was, you’d be dead, worms livin’ in your b+tch+ass b+tt cheek
so if you wanna trip on that sh+t, i kick your ass to this beat
i don’t dwell if anything go wrong, i’m just too strong, i move on
just finished this, spittin’ this verse, now my sh+t already wrote for the next two songs

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