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insane clown posse - it rains diamonds lyrics

kill me! whut! motha facku! murder murder! whut! i can’t f-ckin wait to die!
please muder my motha f-ckin -ss off! bring it! cause i’m goin to shangri-leezy!
(violent j){sh-ggy 2 dope}
have you ever tried {to get the f-ck up out your hole but}
fall right back inside? {once again denied}
have you ever seen {people turn into the devil}
over money green? {tell me what it means}
have you ever been {to the wicked part of town and}
would you go again? {they don’t want you in}
would follow me {if i knew where it rains diamond?}
no more poverty {as clean as we can be}
it rains diamonds nightly in my shangri-la lit brightly
who could miss this so inviting? come stand mountain top and yell
someone stab my face or somthin! kill me!
what the f-ck a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?!
(violent j){sh-ggy 2 dope}[anybody killa]
do you like to drink? {would you f-ck a girl the day you met her?}
what you think? {on the kitchen sink}
[don’t you fire it up? {does this mean you wasted life now?}
[you’re completely f-cked] i would differ some
hold your hatchet high {cause we’re gonna need ’em when there’s}
fire in the sky {together we will die}
i can promise this {in my shangri-la you’ll have}
eternal happiness {diamonds in the mist}
diamonds drift upon the mist of forgetfulness, bringin a peace untold
as i fade away to become what my eyes see
seeing into the eternity of shangri-la!
six in the morning police at my door
already gotta slap some more
stuck my hand out through the mail shoot
b-tch slap sarge and his first recruit
(blaze ya dead homie)
i came out the -ss, b-tch slapped some
grade school, high school, b-tch slap wit guns
i remember gettin baptized by the reverend
b-tch slapped the bible outta his hand
the b-tch slap master up in the place
i’ll b-tch slap ya train wrecked face
don’t -ssume friendliness with fame
i’ll b-tch slap the sound out ya name
they’ll call ya… cause you’re not here
b-tch slapped out the stratosphere
mike p did the track, he b-tch slapped
pow formats straight the back
don’t let me show up on trl
i’m b-tch slappin everybody to h-ll
i’m down wit the clown, eastside til i’m gone
yet everybody singin that southwest song
i b-tch slap wigs off, everyday
i b-tch slap old ladies outta my way
southwest side, b-tch slap capital
every b-tch made muhf-ckin smackable
for my b-tch slap victims, i don’t care
i’ll b-tch slap cowlicks into your hair
faygo in a pillow case don’t manage
i’ll b-tch slap ya head, brain damage
i b-tch slap cheeks red, hands off
i been known to slap her mothaf-ckin pants off
i b-tch slap planes outta the sky
i b-tch slap truth out of a lie
call me sh-ggy spy mcslapmore
i b-tch slap muhf-ckas galore
say we fake and wanna test the rap
step your -ss on up and get b-tch slapped
what do you call a crew that be smackin like that? (wicked)
insane clown smack your -ss to the back
(sh-ggy 2 dope){violent j)[blaze]
speakin of smackin it’s makin me sick
{everybody’s talkin that smackin sh-t}
sayin they smackin wit the icp
[just cause i am they wanna be like me
talkin that sh-t you need to leave the place
knowin you ain’t ever even smacked a face
claimin our sh-t, that’s our sh-t you trashed
mothaf-cka, we about to smack your -ss

- insane clown posse lyrics

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