Shugston Brooks 1959-2004 (Outtake) - Insane Clown Posse, Mike E. Clark

«This here is the story of an unfortunate piece of shit

By the name of Shugston Brooks

Born 1959, died 2004

Over some bullshit he heard from a friend»

I’ve lived the good life, though I’ve beat my wife for years

She don’t listen to the man, I simply bring her to tears

See I believe in keeping order, in front of my daughters

And their little brother, shit I put the boots to they mother

After I calm down, I might apologize

Put some ice on her eyes and we think up some lies

To tell the rest, cover up the bruise on her breast

Then she do me up a plate of hot food on my chest, yes

Often my drinkin', leads me to overthinkin'

Screaming in her face, breath liquorly stinkin'

This time though, I beat her ass something ferocious

A friend told me something left me feeling explosive

He said he thought he’d seen her at Bennigan’s with another

She cried, «I told you three times, I had lunch with my brother!»

I wasn’t sure, plus I’m buzzing, so I dealt a skull fracture

And for the first time she called the police, I got captured!

«I don’t believe it, she actually called the cops

I got booked, sentenced, all of that

After fifteen years of our love, she called 'em

She’s going down for this, she’s going down hard!»

A thirty day bid ruined my life up in the pen'

I got fired, plus I have to face my family and friends

Where to begin, I met a thug in jail named Ben

And for just under a grand, he put a gun in my hand

Thunk up a plan, she will definitely die for doin' this

My whole family betrayed me, how could they ruin this?

I can’t live with the shame, all the pain of 'how could he?'

I’m thinking murder suicide, take us both out bloody

They freed me and I fleed for her job up town

Tried to shoot through the glass, they seen me and screamed «Get down!»

She got away but I tried, now it’s time for me to end

Ran about a block, cocked it, put it under my chin

I sqozed it, neck frozen, stiff, click, damn!

My nine gun, brand new but the shit got jammed

Pandemonium, desperate sweat sting in my eyes

All because I heard somebody singing me lies, I said I…

I heard it from a friend…

«Damn, I wish I never heard that man

I tried to kill her and then I tried to kill myself

I failed at both!

Now I’m stuck out here on the streets with this gun

People tripping out, I’m tripping out»

There’s a mad gunman in the city, big news spreads quick

People step aside, they see it in my eyeballs, I’m sick

I heard a cops' radio, spun around to react

Looking at him like, «I'll blow your fucking guts out your back, Jack!

Back off me!»

Set down his coffee with ease

And slowly pulled his weapon out and calmly asked me to freeze

We stand off, I back around the corner, I’m bookin'

Within seconds the perimeter heated up and it’s cookin'

I’m not an athlete, on top of that I got bad feet

So I snatched up a hostage in a sitting mad suite

Kissed her soft young face, pressed the gat to her cheek

Whispered in her ear, «I'm sorry dear, I’m having a bad week!»

Forty-five long minutes passed, nerves was tweakin'

The negotiator pleaded, no I wasn’t speakin'

They finally ordered the marksman, carry through with the solution

It all started with some verbal pollution, because I…

Heard it from a friend who-o-o

Heard it from a friend who-o-o

Heard it from another he’d been messing around

(A friend told me something left me feeling explosive)

Don’t always believe what you hear

People love to tell you bad news

They love it!