Insane Clown Posse - Alley Rat lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Alley Rat lyrics]
Gang bang, pissed off, swang thang, shit talk
Southwest, street hood, spit on, ripped off
No hoes, pro wings, no real, gold rings
Lips swoll, chin rocked
Eye's in them o rings
Street clown, no jokes, voodoo, no hoax
Never die, can't croak
Strokes for them old folks
Smoke dope, pop pills, lift axe, chops kill
Drink blood, drip spills
Grab the mic and drop skills
Chased off, broke down, people up folk down
Full moon, choke sound
On the Murder-Go-Round
No love, no slack, pie-face, slap back
Heifer, let me tap that
Like you a chipmunk and
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it i gotta get it
Last place, don't care, scrub life, I'm there
Red mist, I wear, wet blood, big smear
Just know, dark nights, warm glow
Street lights
Breakin in, tied tight, I'm talking all
I like
No look, fuck style, never calm, buck wild
Jumpin off, rooftops, face painted
Fake smile
(who? what? what chuck? nevermind
What the fuck?) now I'm ridin up stuck
Underneath an UPS truck
(what you see? I looked around, tell me
Thought I seen a clown)
No peep, not a sound, no one looking
Never found
Fuck jobs, fuck rules, fuck church
Fuck schools
Fuck court, fuck jail, hospitals and funerals
(fuck 'em)
I ain't goin, I'm hoein, you hoes out
When I die
Bury me with my dick in your mouth
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it i gotta get it
Southwest, street hood, spit on, ripped off
No hoes, pro wings, no real, gold rings
Lips swoll, chin rocked
Eye's in them o rings
Street clown, no jokes, voodoo, no hoax
Never die, can't croak
Strokes for them old folks
Smoke dope, pop pills, lift axe, chops kill
Drink blood, drip spills
Grab the mic and drop skills
Chased off, broke down, people up folk down
Full moon, choke sound
On the Murder-Go-Round
No love, no slack, pie-face, slap back
Heifer, let me tap that
Like you a chipmunk and
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it i gotta get it
Last place, don't care, scrub life, I'm there
Red mist, I wear, wet blood, big smear
Just know, dark nights, warm glow
Street lights
Breakin in, tied tight, I'm talking all
I like
No look, fuck style, never calm, buck wild
Jumpin off, rooftops, face painted
Fake smile
(who? what? what chuck? nevermind
What the fuck?) now I'm ridin up stuck
Underneath an UPS truck
(what you see? I looked around, tell me
Thought I seen a clown)
No peep, not a sound, no one looking
Never found
Fuck jobs, fuck rules, fuck church
Fuck schools
Fuck court, fuck jail, hospitals and funerals
(fuck 'em)
I ain't goin, I'm hoein, you hoes out
When I die
Bury me with my dick in your mouth
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I wanna get it
The lot I gotta get it i gotta get it