Insane Clown Posse - Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin’ lyrics

To the beat, yall!
Yes! This'll always sound good to me
Rest in peace, MC Breed

This sound hard
Somethin' juggalos gonna jam to
Give the record a second 'cause I plan to
Hit the people like a scene of a amazement
And while they slippin' back my feet
Is planted in the pavement
Crumble I could never do
Shotgun pointed dead at you
What are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a sensei
You wanna get high? We gonna touch the sky
Throw the "Wicked Clown" up
Proclaim the name we don't show no shame
'cause we crushed the lame
I'm like a rhino runnin'
Through the roughest path
They figure I'm a trigger happy killer


So they step back
Freeze! Because we's the coldest
Who lasts the longest and who's the boldest?
It ain't a game, it's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed
(Through the ICP)

You don't stop! To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat
Yall! You don't stop!

I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me
Yo always getting head 'cause I love
The way it feel, yo
Leave the crowd bald 'cause it's
Wigs that I peel, yo
Never have to worry 'bout
My crew getting jumped
And if we ever do, Legz Diamond pop the trunk
We don't go for playin'
Unless you playin' with my balls
When I'm on the mic I'm not for playin'
Not at all cause I fuck ten hoes a
Week boomin' at my peak
Twenty years on stage, but I still get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
And we all gettin' rowdy at
A Hatchet Man party
Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover
(Woof) backyard full of four leaf clovers
If you're bitin' like a venomous cobra
I sharpen my axe up and then I'm coming over

You don't stop! To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat
Yall! You don't stop!

Joe B, R to the U-C-E and
Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and
Suckers causin' static
Cause we still be disagreein'
I don't give a fuck 'cause
I'm from D-E T-R-O-I T
The city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city
Now you know
That we are strictly business and
We also got our pride
And if you don't like it
I suggest you break wide
Juggalotus hot like hellfire, can't deny it
Fuck the fake weed, if it's legal
I don't buy it
I ain't got time to front with these hoes
Blow my fucking dingaling until it explodes
That's the way I am, every ninja be different
When we order Faygo
Three semis for the shipment
If I was the president
Then I would state facts
And rule the fucking world
With a solid-gold axe
Ain't no future in your frontin'

You don't stop! To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat
Yall! You don't stop!

Stick my damn foot angle deep in your colon
When I go insane, no it ain't no controllin'
Put my name Shaggy on everything I own
I once stole a Jeep, put a gat up to his dome
Shined it up good
Kickin' through the neighborhood
Carnival of Carnage beatin' out the Kenwood
First I gripped around in it
Then I had it chopped
Wove past mad cops but I never got stopped
Ain't no future in your frontin'

You don't stop! To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
You don't stop! To the beat
Yall! You don't stop!
Bring that shit, bring it
To the beat, yall! You don't stop!
To the beat, yall! You don't stop!
To the beat, yall! You don't stop!

I said fuck all the rules of the world
Live my life raw
'cause I never liked the law
A black truck, on my ass, Bentleys
Half my old crew turned
To crack headed fiends
I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat
It's time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet)
You got my back, and I got yours
What time is it? Hm, tear down the doors

To the beat, y'all! You don't
Stop! To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in your frontin'
Never was, cuz, yo, Mike, drop that
Drop that to the beat, yall! You don't stop!
To the beat, yall! To the beat, yall!
To the beat, yall! You don't stop!