Insane Clown Posse, DJ Paul - Fite Back lyrics

How ya doin'?
You might not recognize that sensation
You’re feeling right now
It's a new one for ya
Yeah, that fun feeling you're full of
Is death, my friend!
Ha ha ha! Know this! Your self-pity
Fuels Fred’s fury! Ha ha!
The bigger bitch you were alive
The more he pounds ya head in death!
One blow for every time you failed in life
And you didn't fight back (Fight back)
One blow for every time fear
Beat out your pride
And you didn't fight back (Fight back)
One blow for every time you lost your dignity
And you didn't fight back (Fight back)
Now you get your face sucked out your asshole
By Fearless Fred Fury!

You're so dumb
You use your dickhead for your brain
You're so lame
You don't even fucking know why you came
You're so nervous
Your hiccups give you panic attacks
You’re so weird
You wanna chop yourself up with an axe
You’re so thin
You disappear behind a flag pole
You're so nasty
You’d think you was born a tadpole
You're so ass
You're butt head we'd see your
Face if you mooned us you’re so sketch
You faint if a fucking balloon pops
You a lot of wick wick
Wacky wack get bitch-slapped back
Your lips get fat psyche shit, skip that
The flak you get, spit back don't react
Just smack that's wick wick wacky
While the dick gets that you're so weak
Your bird chest shows like a titty
You're so shitty
You're the chairman of the doo doo committee
You're so wrong
They don't even let you buy Right Guard
You're so soft, compared to you
A hottie's neden is hard

Fight back! Fight back! Fight
Back! Fight back! Fight back
Mother fucker! Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
Fight back! Fight back! Fight
Back! Fight back! Fight back
Mother fucker! Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!

You're so fat
All day you hearing "Hey! Kool-Aid!"
You're so shy
A butterfly floats by and you're afraid
You're so slow, you ain't done yet
You don't finish shit you're so addicted
You only quit quitting the shit
You're so abused
You don't know if a kiss or a punch coming
You're so used, they don't want you
But they're coming for something
You're so poor, you can't afford a front door
(Come on in)
You're so fake, compared to Milli Vanilli
You're pretend you a lot of wick wick
Wacky wack get bitch slapped
Lack you lip, get fresh slacky shit
Script that
The flak, you get split back don't react
Just slap that's wick wick wacky
While the dick gets that you're so alone
Your girlfriend has a blow-up veil
You're so unwanted
You throw triple keggers all my yourself
You're so busy
You got fired from your job as a dad
You're so sensitive
"Let's Go Crazy" makes you sad

Fight back! Fight back! Fight
Back! Fight back! Fight back
Mother fucker! Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
Fight back! Fight back! Fight
Back! Fight back! Fight back
Mother fucker! Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!

Fight back! Fight back! Fight
Back! Fight back! Fight back
Mother fucker! Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
Fight back! Fight back!
Fight back, mother fucker! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!
You don't want it with me!
Fight back! Fight back!