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Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Volume 3 Confessions Father, I confess for doing I had a brain, but life had to ruin it Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It When you put me in a cage full of animals Savages and cold blooded canibals I can't help but come but abouts me try to run but they found me, surround me Then they choke ya, and provoke ya try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka I tried to rub it off, but its all I know the only thing I ever knew, so what to do look at you, a bigot till your growin old your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone Chorus I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it I took it home, opened it, I shook it she had papers, lipstick and nail polish credit cards and about 27 dollars I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there it seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere on the light post, by this mail box I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks but there it was, on the side walk, waitin for me it tried to lure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it it was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off father I confess, I'm a criminal but my worlds too subliminal around me look at them, all the wicked masses thats why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes Chorus Its like a circus, a wicked carnival Everybodys got a tickit, they're lookin For the freaks, to point and gawk at Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack Chorus (Repeats Until Song Ends) |
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