Fuck Regret - Insane Clown Posse

Shaggy the Airhead on the beat

That’s right.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, ninja, give them wicked clowns some eardrums, four minutes dude

We got some shit to spit and if you dig it say «fuck that shit too»

I’m speakin' on regret and beatin' ourselves up over past mistakes

Regrets are bastards, snakes infectin' brains, let’s blast 'em, clean the slates

Fuck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda bullshit, you don’t know shit, ho

You gots it backwards, would’ve wound up jack worse in a black hearse

No regrets, I’m spittin' that, hoes regrets, skippin' the track

Regrets are poltergeists to the brain, Satanic attack ()

Fuck lookin' back, let’s look ahead, came from wack to fresh instead

My life was somethin' to dread, now it’s better than hooker head

Real time, (Yeah) baby, no cassette, (Mmm) you can’t rewind or forward shit

(Nope)

Ain’t no pause to this life of yours but you can always hit eject

Now you’re posted at your mama place, roasted, in a china vase

With you roasted, she don’t mind the space, a toast to your vagina face

Once dead, you can forever look back and sweat what you wanna sweat

But while I’m livin' my life alive, I’m screamin' «Fuck regret!»

Fuck regret!

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them

Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them

We don’t look back, 'cause so much we facin'

I always stay proud of myself, I’m yelling, «Fuck regret!»

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them

Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them

We don’t look back, 'cause so much we facin'

I always stay proud of myself, I’m yelling, «Fuck regret!»

«Man, if I only coulda-» Fuck that shit!

You wimp bitch, so what?

Make up a hand sign that means «scrub life» and throw that shit the fuck up

I got two fat bitches, hippopotamuses, clearin' thirty dishes

Who gives a fuck what I be doin', if I made different decisions

I bump into good luck on daily, everywhere I go we meet again

It’s like the shit’s stalkin' me, hawkin' me, like it need a friend

It’s almost scary, very, like we got the same itinerary

I said, «What in the fuck?

It’s good luck!

You again?»

He told me, «Call me Larry»

So take your crystal balls, superstitions, intuitions, and visions

And fuck out my face, unless you want a my-foot-in-your-ass collision

I’m sorry, some of the roads I took in life were dead ends

And if they fucked you up somehow, kid, that wasn’t my intentions (Nope)

If it was, you’d be dead, worms livin' in your bitch-ass butt cheek

So if you wanna trip on that shit, I kick your ass to this beat

I don’t dwell if anything go wrong, I’m just too strong, I move on

Just finished this, spittin' this verse, now my shit already wrote for the next

two songs

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them

Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them

We don’t look back, 'cause so much we facin'

I always stay proud of myself, I’m yelling, «Fuck regret!»

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them

Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them

We don’t look back, 'cause so much we facin'

I always stay proud of myself, I’m yelling, «Fuck regret!»

Fuck regret!

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them

Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them

We don’t look back, 'cause so much we facin'

I always stay proud of myself, I’m yelling, «Fuck regret!»

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them

Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them

We don’t look back, 'cause so much we facin'

I always stay proud of myself, I’m yelling, «Fuck regret!»