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insane clown posse - fury! lyrics

[intro]
willaby rags here, wanting to know
how much pain will you withstain
before all your worry turns into fury?

[verse 1: violent j]
i got in my home and i ran in my room
i cut off the lights and the pressure consumed me
wet is my face from the tears in my eyes
i can taste them, they’re salty, my life i despise
no matter how often i’m beat down, it’s shocking
tears falling upon a shotgun i’m c-cking
alone in the corner, sitting on the floor
my feelings hurt so bad, they’re dead to the core
pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow
red 665 on the clock radio
luminating the shadows sprawled out on the wall
the scariest imagery i’ve ever saw
i symbol of anger strong as a tornado
of toxic pollution is rocking my cradle
and shocking me is the impact of his fist
it woke me up to the simple fact that i’m p-ssed

[chorus]
(it’s fury)
fiteback, fiteback, fiteback (come on)
fiteback, fiteback (fury)

[verse 2: violent j]
f-ck all that forgiving the other b-tch
b-tch, i will murder your mother, b-tch
i’ll store your head in the cupboard, b-tch
f-ck all that dyin’ and cryin’ and whinin’
and i want revenge, i don’t die, b-tch
murder-go-round, you gon’ ride, b-tch
f-ck all that, b-tch, suicide, b-tch
b-tch, i got you to die (fiteback)
no more complaining, 9 milli’ burst
blood will be raining, follow the he-rs-
woke up a giant, too far they pushed me
never deny i am a scrub, but i’m no p-ssy
swung a machete, tip of the skull
split down the middle, your fitted and all
wicked is the clown, boom, bang, and pow
shapaw, chah, poof, plow

[refrain: violent j]
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on

[verse 3: sh-ggy 2 dope]
i’m sucker punchin’, it’s suckers i’m punchin’
squeeze the c-cksucker’s throat, hear the bones crunchin’
he’ll need a vegetable tube when he’s lunchin’
’cause everything neck up could no longer function
still, i tortured him to the death in my dungeon
dumped him in they alley at vernor and junction
that corpse laid there rotten, became h-lla pungent
and perfect for flip and his friends to be munchin’
how long can you hate me until we see fire?
beat me ’til we see my patience expire
how long do you think you can treat me like sh-t?
’til you screw up and i screw your head off your neck
how far do you think that elastic can stretch?
til’ i’m shootin’ your head through my basketball net
it slaps on the pavement, all fleshly and wet
’til i run up and punt that hunk of sh-t

[chorus]
(it’s fury)
fiteback, fiteback, fiteback (come on)
fiteback, fiteback (fury)

[verse 4: sh-ggy 2 dope]
b-tch, i done ran out of tears, b-tch
fury that’s sp-wned out of fears, b-tch
i’ll stab a screwdriver deep in each ear
’til i know that you hear me and fear me and clearly
smack me, my paint never smears, b-tch
but that check your -ss never clears, b-tch
fred fury taught me revenge is the way
payback’s even worth waiting for years (fiteback)
taking a chance again with the jab (with the jab)
repeated offense, it would’ve perhaps (would’ve perhaps)
this n0body snaps and then it’s too late (then it’s too late)
my will restricting me from fighting back breaks
my thinking is null, react with a bat (react with a bat)
swing for the skull, connect with a smack (connect with a smack)
instant i swerve, cracking the wood (cracking the wood)
every face staring was freckled in blood

[refrain: violent j]
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation

[interlude]
fred fury is all in your feeble, fearful flows
formulating into one ferocious flood in the afterlife
whose fiery face will f-ck you up
ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[outro: violent j]
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
napalm, it’s on (665)
hey son, you’re facin’ heavy retaliation
nap-

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