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insane clown posse - play that hoe lyrics

[intro]
“play that f+ckin’ ho!”
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this? whose is it?”
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this?”
“this is yours, yours, yours”

[verse 1: violent j]
excuse me, b+tch, i don’t mean to trouble you
can you guess the beat? yeah, it’s emw
the inner city posse’s gettin’ f+cked up
it’s the faygo and the oe gettin’ sucked up
b+tches puttin’ me in a bad mood
’cause i was itchin’ on my nuts and her sayin’ that it’s rude
the ho said “that’s disgusting, j”
don’t worry about it, b+tch, ’cause you’ll be sucking on ’em anyway
mind your own, sewer freaks
she stormin’ out the house mad, and i’m starin’ at their b+ttcheek
when a b+tch lets everyone hit it in the b+tt
she’s always comin’ back with a fat gut
she’s showin’ pictures, and then nothing was said
they all know it’s mine ’cause the baby had a big forehead
i ain’t no kind of daddy, ho
i’ll be fillin’ up its bottle with faygo
you better get an abortion, no f+ckin’ doubt
or i’ma reach down your throat and pull the mother f+cker out
she’s b+tchin’ and b+tchin’, but i ignore it
and then she gonna ask me to f+ckin’ pay for it
i gave the ho an empty twelve+pack
take your ass to the store and take a two+liter back
that’s all i’ll pay for, b+tch, now get the f+ck on, ho
stick around, i got something you can suck on, yo
[sampled]
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this? whose is it?”
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this?”
“this is yours, yours, yours”

[verse 2: violent j]
rollin’ down west vernor, it’s the same
i’m gettin’ sick of seein’ [?]’s god d+mn name
spray painted on the walls all around you
it’s a d+mn shame that the deadly doughnuts never found you
latin counts, young gun, and x+men
the cobra’s will bring they ninety+eights down to ten
yet the second the icp shows they face
billy clubs and handcuffs all over the place
runnin’ from the [?] through the alleyway
they can’t catch violent crazy+ass motherf+ckin’ j
but i guess i wasn’t so crazy this time
’cause now i’m chillin’ in the back of car forty+nine
sittin’ in a bull pin, i heard a switch
i looked up, and the cop was a f+ckin’ b+tch
i jumped up and quickly started frontin’
i said, “baby, we can go out for doughnuts or somethin'”
she brought my [?] juice
if i could only get this b+tch to cut me loose
she snuck in one night, and we started to rub
next thing i know, i was f+ckin’ her with my billy club
i was out the next day, i called her on the phone
she said, “h+llo, joe,” i said, “b+tch, f+ck on”
i’m a free man now, so f+ck you, ho
that’s why i tried to tell you so, yo
[sampled]
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this? whose is it?”
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this?”
“this is yours, yours, yours”

[verse 3: violent j]
i’m a mack daddy, ho, there’s no stoppin’ me
i’m playin’ b+tches like a motherf+ckin’ game of monopoly
take a look at my boy nate the mack
by the time he was twelve, he had your mother on her back
when you were growin’ up thinkin’ love notes’ll get her
i was at home f+ckin’ my babysitter
b+tch buy me a slice at little caesar’s
you b+tches, hoes, sl+ts, and skeezers
hit it, quit it, and get away wit’ it
you’d like it too, b+tch, so why don’t you f+ckin’ admit it
i forgot your name, so i’ma call you ho
when i snap, you’ll answer to your uncle joe
b+tch, b+tch, b+tch, b+tch, b+tch
you’re hangin’ on my d+ck ’cause i can make you rich
yeah, okay, you can stay then at night
in the back, with the rest of them sewer rats
well, you know we’ll f+ck in my bed, of course
but then i’ll keep you in the back like a f+ckin’ horse
i’m finna head to the faygo sto’
but remember, homie, you gotta play that ho
[sampled]
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this? whose is it?”
“whose p+ssy is this? whose p+ssy is this?”
“this is yours, yours, yours”
“you b+tch! ain’t that right, ghetto style?”
“yeah”

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