Insane Clown Posse - 17 Dead lyrics

Why must my visions be so clear? The truth?
The truth, I've got work to do

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint
A frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
But I must have just missed him
Am I in a Southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang
Do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang
But do you care? I got stabbed in the eye
And you wasn't no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat fucken' sucked
But your news wasn't on that
You could give a fuck less nevertheless
Unless something happened in your suburbs
I'ma cut your daddy's neck
You little fuckin' nerd


I don't give a fuck where you're from, boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth) do or don't you care
About the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
You could give a fuck less
About the seventeen dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
(And the seventeenth boyfriend
Lost his erection)

I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another stiff
In the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I'ma kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another
Stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things, no
Is your mother a soggy ho
I like to drink Faygo
Out in front of Scottie's
But then one by one of my
Homeboys turned into dead bodies
But I'm straight with that
Just don't be leaving your guts
In my car n' shit (Yo, wait a minute, wait
Get your head on straight)
I drop seventeen tears from
Eyes every fucking day
I got to wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or
The red white and blue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers got a death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in their bloodshed
Just to justify the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth) do or don't you care
About the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
You could give a fuck less
About the seventeen dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
(And the seventeenth boyfriend
Lost his erection)

Yeah, dead bodies man they ain't so bad
I mean uh, they're all over the neighborhood
N shit you know
But they don't be fuckin' with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kind of straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much you know what I'm sayin

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from
A telephone wire all seventeen on fire
Lighting up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Looking at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's nothing but a redneck ho
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can't deal with their own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation, heh
But it don't work like that
Knock at your door and it's
Me with a slug bat
I'mma stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're
Gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who
Can't make ends meet
You don't know now, but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died
Man take that to your golden bed
'Cause I'mma cut your ass up
For the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth) do or don't you care
About the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
Seventeen dead, in mi barrio
(And the seventeenth)
You could give a fuck less
About the seventeen dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
(And the seventeenth boyfriend
Lost his erection)

Well, you know Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nut sack
I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
You don't think so
I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys downriver, straight Inktown
Well, ya know I'm coming straight
From the trailer park
That's me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies falling
All out her ass i'll be running with the
Carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause tonight I'm going out
With the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty-gritty
But I ain't saying shit about her one titty
Brooklyn