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insane clown posse - lock down lyrics

[violent j]
spittin’ and cussin’ and you know i’m p+ssed
with them iron bracelets on my f+ckin’ wrists
and i’m headed for the county
with doughnut+eatin’ mother f+ckers all around me
dressed in my original county blues
with my fresh do+rag and my rubber shoes
six months in a cement bedroom
make friends fast, make ’em f+ckin’ soon
five months left, i don’t even smoke
cigarettes are like money, so i guess i’m broke
drop two months, i’m down to fo’
with the homies playin’ spades on the dirty+ass flo’
chillin’ by my home boy bruno
hangin’ out at the rec and we was playin uno
and this crack head’s gonna try and take my seat
so i whipped his ass and i caught another week
now i’m starin’ at a plastic bowl
’cause the next five days, i’m in the hole
one month left and i’m growin’ kinda thin
and there’s stubbles on my god d+mn chin
three days good time, i guess i lucked out
my time is done, let me the f+ck out
no more talkin’ my c+ck down
i’ll go f+ck me a b+tch ’cause i’m outta this lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down, lock down

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