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Album: Miscellaneous (1994)
Artists: Insane Clown Posse

  1. Ain't Yo Bidness
  2. Blink
  3. Bonus Track
  4. Bury Me Alive
  5. Cotton Candy And Popsicles
  6. Crossing Thy Bridge
  7. Diemuthafuckadie!
  8. Fuck The World (Clean)
  9. Halls Of Illusions (Clean)
  10. Hells Forecast
  11. Hound Dogs
  12. How Does It Feel?
  13. I Don't Care
  14. Into Thy Light
  15. It Rains / Bitch Slap
  16. It Rains Diamonds
  17. Joker And The Juggler / Let Me Go
  18. Juggalo Homies
  19. Just Another Crazy Click
  20. Lockdown
  21. Love Song
  22. My Funhouse
  23. New Shit Sampler
  24. Phat Or Wack?
  25. Pumpkin Carver
  26. Rain
  27. Renditions Of Reality
  28. Rich And Famous (Mancow Made Us)
  29. Rock The Dead
  30. Second Hand Smoke
  31. Smoke Break
  32. Soopa Villians
  33. The Dating Game
  34. The Raven's Mirror
  35. The Staleness
  36. Thy Intro
  37. Trouble Me
  38. Twiztid
  39. Walk Into The Light
  40. We Belong
  41. Welcome To The Show
  42. Whatthefuck!?!?
  43. Wickit Klown


Insane Clown Posse
Miscellaneous
Whatthefuck!?!?
guy1: He just walked up out of the rain, I swear to god that's all their was to

it.I just brought him here. guy2:You have a room for him? woman:uh yes 13

guy1:Hey can I leave now guy3:Fuck you(echo) guy2:It's alright it don't

matter to me, he's probably listening. If he is I got 1 thing to say; This is the

last halloween for that lowsy factory of his, pretty wild shit goin' on in their,

I heard rumors guy3:Like what, what'd you hear guy2: This year I'm gonna

get me about a case and a half of molotove coctails, burn that son of a

bitch right down. Last Halloween for them. So What The Fuck, What The Fuck

Yeah So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What The

Fuck Yeah Increase the deceased Will your body rest in peace no that your

soul get's released When your bodies in the grave will you have time to

pray hopin' that your soul will be saved Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain't

down with us Super size incorporated lable us, inform us Niggas it's

rediculous for tryin' to replicate our contacts Not equivalent to my terror,

they suffer broke necks Bitch ass niggas is tryin' to immitate my

realastate So me and Monoxide Child we like to migrate like ducks in a

window We sinners with their hallows, left the company in the dust for lack

of payroll Now we stable On our feet, willing and able to switch it from your

groin to your naval You wanna talk of fables I turn the tables like the

exercist Dominate your cerebelum so don't stand next to this Multiple

aquisation, abration to your mindstate Inquisitive minds and eyes dialate

While I dominate on the underground level I'm not the devil with no heart,

street smarts or shuvels So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox bleach white

like Mr.Clorox Be cold like Mr.Thomas but I don't be claimin' White Sox My

Louie Vill Slugger, my weapon for bashin' brains Leavin' competition

tangled in chains like I was Pinhead A sin to bite, livin' at night Afraid of

sunlight Police known to shoot on sight You think they might? If they do I'll

do I'll return fire at rapid speeds Show them bitches a trick I got up my

sleeve Increase the deceased So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So

What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah

Increase the deceased Will your body rest in peace no that your soul get's

released When your bodies in the grave will you have time to pray hopin'

that your soul will be saved Tell you the truth it's like this Everybody can

suck my dick and I could give a fuck less bitch You ain't shit And Imma be

the first to tell I got your family all hostage and they burnin' in hell True, I

sold my soul, I never did shit with it But I could give a fuck about it so I

know that I could live without A constant struggle to get to the top Increase

the deceased, let it flop then watch 'em drop Pressin' the button stoppin' at

nothin' Fuck with grown folks kids you better think before you say

somethin' All up your crib, what lookin' for goods Scream style

mothafuckas with them masks and the hoods It ain't good remember that

All you suckas on the internet thinkin' it's cool but we ain't into that Sittin' in

my room alone mad depressed relieve the stress by stickin' pencils in my

chest God bless a bag of weed So I can get high and get back at you suckas

in music with some shit to make your ears bleed Proceed to talk that shit,

it's all wack Im gon' get high and pay the whole world back Increase the

deceased So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What

The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah Increase the

deceased Will your body rest in peace no that your soul is released When

your bodies in the grave will you have time to pray hopin' that your soul will

be saved So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What

The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck,

What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The

Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What The Fuck, What The Fuck Yeah So What

The Fuck What The Fuck bitches I.S.I. in this shit!! Yeah...
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