Insane Clown Posse - Fuck Regret lyrics

Shaggy the Airhead on the beat
That's right yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, ninja, give them wicked
Clowns some eardrums, four minutes dude
We got some shit to spit and if you
Dig it say "fuck that shit too"
I'm speakin' on regret and beatin'
Ourselves up over past mistakes
Regrets are bastard snakes infectin'
Brains, let's blast 'em, clean the slates
Fuck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda
Bullshit, you don't know shit, ho
You gots it backwards
Would've wound up jack worse
In a black hearse
No regrets on spittin' that
Hoes regret skippin' the track
Regrets are poltergeists to the brain
Satanic attack ()


Fuck lookin' back, let's look ahead
Came from wack to fresh instead
My life was somethin' to dread
Now it's better than hooker head real time
(yeah) baby, no cassette
(M-m-m) you can't rewind or
Forward shit (Nope)
Ain't no pause to this life of yours
But you can always hit eject
Now you're posted at your
Mama place, roasted, in a china vase
With you roasted, she don't mind the space
A toast to your vagina face once dead
You can forever look back and
Sweat what you wanna sweat
But while I'm livin' my life alive
I'm screamin' "Fuck regret!" Fuck regret!

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling
"Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling
"Fuck regret!"

"Man, if I only coulda-" Fuck
That shit! You didn't, bitch, so what?
Make up a hand sign that means "scrub life"
And throw that shit the fuck up
I got two fat bitches, hippopotamuses
Clearin' thirty dishes
Who gives a fuck what I be doin'
If I made different decisions
I bump into good luck on daily
Everywhere I go we meet again
It's like the shit's stalkin' me, hawkin' me
Like it need a friend
It's almost scary, very
Like we got the same itinerary
I said, "What in the fuck? It's good
Luck! You again?" He told me
"Call me Larry" so take your crystal
Balls, superstitions, intuitions
And visions and fuck out my face
Unless you want a
My-foot-in your-ass collision i'm sorry
Some of the roads I took
In life were dead ends
And if they fucked you up somehow, kid
That wasn't my intentions (Nope)
If it was, you'd be dead
Worms livin' in your bitch-ass butt cheek
So if you wanna trip on that shit
I kick your ass to this beat
I don't dwell if anything go
Wrong, I'm just too strong, i move on
Just finished this, spittin' this verse
Now my shit already wrote for
The next two songs

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling
"Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling
"Fuck regret!"

Fuck regret!

Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling
"Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them, chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling
"Fuck regret!"