Burning Up - Insane Clown Posse

This bitch Rashell fucked on her boyfriend in her boyfriend’s bed

And Crazy Carlos smacked his baby mama off in the head

And Jonathan beat his son like his daddy beat him

But swore he’d never do nobody like his daddy did him

And then Sandra used her pussyhole to get to the top

And Baby D, he shot somebody, it went bad from the drop

And then Diane worked at a hospital, took care of old souls

She was abusive, her afterlife sees no gold roads

And Mr. Richards was a richie fella, born with every penny

Everyone around him hungry but he never gave 'em any

And then Steven was a businessman, an educated citizen at the top

Pornography of children in his laptop

Take your spot and hang out 'cause it’s crowded in Hell

You in the belly of the beast now, it was Heaven in jail

And don’t try to make no friends cause don’t nobody got no tongues

If the Witch look your way, somehow it crushes your lungs…

Playa Playa was a boss man, callin' out shots

'Til he caught one, then everything stops, the floor drops

As he’s screamin' and fallin', we see how pointless was the ballin'

When eternity is callin', agony will be appallin'

Don’t cry for the dead cause they cry for you

Because we laugh about an aftermath but they know how true

And listen, ain’t no-fuckin'-body gettin' it worse than you and me

And ain’t nobody gettin' it worse than you and me and we will see

A pterodactyl swoop through the caverns of Hell

And carry 2 unfortunates off to the Ogre’s cell

It ain’t no guards playin' cards, ain’t no uniforms needed

You the only one around butt-naked, bloody and bleedin'

With 7 demons in your ear got you believin' you’re healin'

Talk you into pulling out your own intestines to get even

You were born with the shine but you lost it down the line

You fucked life up and you can’t rewind…

Fuck what you’re tellin' me!

We burning up!

The witch keeps sellin' me!

We burning up!

Sins, we earn em' up!

They keep turning up!

And we turn corrupt!

'Til we burning lovely!

Judge Shaw was a judge, snake holes are his eyes

There go another judge, another judge, somebody despise

And there go so many judges, the judges in Hell

So many fuckin' judges in Hell, they bludgeon 'em well

Fat Pat like his daddy was a bigot pullin' duty

He can tell it to them gargoyles fuckin' on his booty

And Shawna liked money but mistook it for love

Now when the Witch’s wings spread, she give him head and look above

Black Sundays, Armageddon, maggots and rape

Hell’s Pit got some fire for you faggots with hate

Eddie Burrow hit his wife and put her tooth in his knuckle

Later on he lost his life in a scuffle, now he in trouble

You was a rebel, you nobody no mo'

To the Devil on the double you go

Ain’t no level to the trouble you know

And eternity goes.

and eternity goes.