Insane Clown Posse - Foggin' Up the Window lyrics

"Oh yeah, oh, slut, take it off, oh, oh
Oh yeah"

Your lights are on, it’s dark
In the AM, like two, ooh
Which means you can’t see me, haha
But I can see you
Just waitin’ patiently for the
Bra and panty drop
Dick hard since I been scopin’
Can’t wait to jack it off (Skeet)
The longer I peep
The closer my face gets up on the glass
Gotta relax, this is a’ art
Don’t want a cap in my ass
But I got this, I’m a pro, perfect camouflage
More than an obsession or a hobby
Treat it like my job
Drop them drawers, bitch shit
I’ma bust in my pants (Huh?)
Nut in the undies? Nah
That takes out all the romance
Orgasms God damn it
Ho the fuck you made me do?
Full load in my white tighties, bitch
Now you doomed just wanted to rub one out i
Never wanted to hurt her
What started out as Peeping Tom
Shit just escalated to murder
Jumped through the window, her dude is home
No time to check ‘em
Turned around and throw back out
Gunshots caught a hot one in the rectum

Foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I can’t help it foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I feel selfish it’s so dark it’s so dark
Very dark out here, very dark and scary
Foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I feel selfish

Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Starin’ through your glass
Obituary filler, scary thriller
Here to put you in the past
I stand with dew on the grass
I plan to chew on your ass
Understand it hurted when I
Screwed on my mask mama said be somebody
Smile more meet a slutty styled whore
Skeet on the study tile floor eat
Like a nutty wild boar
Complete that bloody vile chore
Reach my buddy, i’ll pour
Some beers who cares what’s left up
Underneath some muddy piled boards
Silly putty, aisle four
(Have you seen my childhood?)
I’m Dr conrad Murray without the propofol
I choke ‘em all
Rotten egg breath, I’m outside
Foggin’ up your windows
Draw a hatchet man, all the innuendos
Comin’ on 67
Moon glares on top of my bald head
Bet none of y’all gets in heaven, who cares
Choppin’ ‘em all dead
The number four is all red!
Red Fred! Red Fred! Lumpy goop, chunky soup
You dead on the bed spread

Foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I can’t help it foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I feel selfish it’s so dark it’s so dark
Very dark out here, very dark and scary
Foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I feel selfish

You hear a twig break
Neighbor’s dog barkin’ non stop
Car alarms goin’ off, grab the phone
Call the cops
It might be nothing’, or it might just be me
Though pressed up on the glass
And foggin’ up your window
Steamin’ up your window pane
Steamin’ up my glasses
Screamin’ nuts, snortin’ cocaine
Screamin’ cut my gashes
Dreamin’ blood pourin’ no rain
Dreamin’ of molasses
I even nut more skeetin’ on her slashes
I don’t give no fucks if you’re 19 or 99
I’m invadin’ your privacy, bitch
And I’m gonna get mine
Serial killer, blood spiller, dome
Peeler, drug dealer, for realer
Don’t think I ain’t in, I
Reach for the phone, and I kill ya

Foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I can’t help it foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I feel selfish it’s so dark it’s so dark
Very dark out here, very dark and scary
Foggin’ up the window
(Am I a foggin’ up the glass?)
I feel selfish
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer
Bitch, there’s a’ eerie legendary killer