3: 24 - Insane Clown Posse

Speak of our demise, you speak the tongue of the devil

Every obstacle we cross, we advance another level

Our towers ascend much higher than the skyline

So if you want beef, I got yours.

Why don’t you try mine?

Friends becomes enemies because time surprises you

Those who once idolize suddenly despisin' you

Later when asked who his influences were

Suddenly he forgets, and his brains become a blur

You get shit on for all that you did and all the love

All the time you spent tryin' to vouch he ain’t a scrub

Keep your cronuts cause I’ma show go nuts when the times right

For now enjoy the limelight, we hittin' from your blindside

And e don’t want no in-betweeners on our team either

See you walk home or get in the car packin' a heater

That’s a ryder, the definition of a gunfight

Try to pull one on me ill take your army out in one night

Your’re gonna smash into a tree, cashed right on the corner

Horn blowin', everybody dead, early in the mornin'

'Cause we shoot back, and like you got a fruit-packed center

All your blood comes squirtin' out, when all the bullets enter

We some old-time gangstas from the Southwest side

Since I was 14, dreamt about committing homicide

But I never knew who 'til now, bang!

bang!

Never thought I could really do it now I see how

Everybody fuckin' pluckin' from our tree.

It’s time we guard the yard

That’s why I’m tellin y’all we reekin' havoc next joker card

I’m sick a talkin' bout love when don’t nobody show us none

Except for juggalo ninjas that’s had our back from day one

Sleeping giants, and when we ring the bells of war

You best believe it, it’s gonna be some hell to score

Record sales, I give a fuck whether we sell anymore

I’m more concerned about revenge and mobbin' into your door

Bitches out promotin' our shows, if I see that van again

I swear to God ill get to panicking and brandishing a ten

I ain’t no chopper, unless you talking about decapitation

All you faggots eating off us, causing more than aggravation

Fuck your flyers.

Pack your fuckin' shit up and beat it

If I catch you on our scene I’ll take a brick and make ya eat it

I got a love for everybody that was ever on the hatchet

And it’s gonna stay the same until we buried in a casket

I ride with Myzery from the Bronx back to the murder mitten

All the way out to LA and back and never bullshittin'

When it’s time to get forbidden whatever we committin

From a distance or a personal like a throat slittin'

Plus my homies from the Southwest side all down to ride

Unleash 'em all to the battleground whenever we decide

Dirty groundhogs out here all livin in our garden

It’s time we fuckin harden, hit you with the beg your pardon

Of a moose.

Gonna Joe Bruce gun to make your juice run

All over the walls behind you to remind you

This is our turf, and all that it’s worth is our takin'

It’s time you fuckin' fat piggies got blown into bacon

Violent J and Shaggy from day one, with the painted faces

Quit rippin' us off, always dreamin' of tradin' places

But you’ll never have what we got, we too far up the mountain

So stay the fuck in home like a pussy and keep poutin'

Jumpsteady, my brother, has been the keeper of the peace

But even he says that it’s time our fuckin' dogs are released *bark*

So let us pull the fuckin' guns out and see who fuckin runs out

And see who stays on our side ready to ride

It’s time that we quit lettin' all the bullshit slide

Where the fuck is our pride?

Raise from the dead if it died

I moved my family to safe ground, cause hell about to rain

I can’t front it feels good to go insane and bring the pain

And shake the fuckin ground up my trigger fingers curled up

Piss on 'em and don’t miss, buck buck buck buck

We hurt their feelings when we squirt their blood on the ceiling

Wicked clowns with an axe to your neck.

What’s more appealing?

Check it out, babe, the House Of Wax!

Um no no

Are you serious?!

Honey I’m scared!

Come on man!

Well, if you’re not gonna support me, then I’m going home!

Bye!

Fuck you!

What’s this?

Zen Of Love?

Wonder if he could tell me about my fucked-up

relationship