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Artist/Band:
Insane Clown Posse
Lyrics for Song: Out
Lyrics for Album: The Terror Wheel EP [1994]
What the fuck is up? I'm in haugh
And Violent J is finna tell a story
So sit your ass down shut the fuck
And get stoned, motherfucker
Well, I'm wakin' up so early, 'cuz I knew this day would come
My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum
Although she's been gone long, I do not miss my mother
And he's a sorry fuck, so there's nothin' in the cupboard
My little brother's starvin', hungry and sick
'Cuz ain't nobody comin' by the house givin' free shit
So we gettin' kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no other chose but for milk and bread
Stepped out the house for the first time in two years
'Cuz my neighbor hood, it ain't really good
Lay up in my bedroom night after night
I hear screams, zombies shootin' and lootin'
But now here I am and I'm walkin' down Jefferson
With a bag of money back, I don't understand
How the world can be full of so many evil doers
I can hear 'em underneath me in the sewers
Keep seein' shit out the corner of my eyes
Steady lookin' over my back, I didn't realize
Where I was goin', I didn't wanna bother anybody
Accidentally stepped on a dead body
Hey motherfucker, watch where the fuck you're goin'
I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass
So I apologized but he still had to talk shit
So I stepped over his face and kept walkin'
And here is the part of my story that gets really scary
Had to walk alone down Military
I can see the crackheads hidin' in the trees
Lookin' for some change, lookin' for some brains
Everythin' seemed to quiet as I walked down the block
Until I got hit with a rock
Can't really tell I musta been out for quite a while
'Cuz when I woke up my nanny coat was outta style
And the crackheads took my money backs in a dash
And ripped off my arm in the process
But fuck that shit, I still gots another hand
So I can still get the shit for my little man
And I'm a walk with my nuts hangin' out
I ain't scared, but this is where it gets weird
Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals
They have strange affects on the animals
In my neighborhood, and some get a lot bigger
Like the giant rat that jumped on my back
I'm runnin' like a maniac all through the ghetto zone
And it's steady takin' bites out my nug bone
Wrestlin' around, found his tail, so I straight bit it
Then it ripped off my leg and broke with it
Tried to catch up, but I couldn't move quick enough
This little trip to the store straight fuckin' me up
But that's okay, 'cuz the store's straight down the block
So I hop
And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky
I see the vultures waitin' on me to die
But I made it to the store so fuck all you hoes
Be 'bout the sign hmm, closed
Picked up a mailbox, threw it threw the wall
'Cuz I'm a get my shit so fuck all y'all
Took a loaf of bread and a carton of the shelf
Even took a Faygo, two-liter for myself
Walked out the store like a G that's when I heard
The click-click sound of a boss bird
The store owner he didn't like a beanee
That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin' me
Blew my motherfuckin' head off my shoulders
Didn't say nothin', get buck buckin'
But I got say, I made it home in a heart beat
Nobody fucks with a head rollin' down the street
Now I think about it, I was full man leavin' out
Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
Bouncin' up the stair, I knock on the door with my chin
Eh, yo, little man, won't ya let me in
You best believe it was good to see my little brother
Eh, you forgot the milk, you dumb motherfucker
Locked the door behind because I'm back on route
Back to the store and I'm out
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