Insane Clown Posse - Fury! lyrics

Willaby Rags here, wanting to know
How much pain will you withstain
Before all your worry turns into fury?

I got in my home and I ran in my room
I cut off the lights and
The pressure consumed me
Wet is my face from the tears in my eyes
I can taste them, they're salty
My life I despise
No matter how often I'm beat down
It's shocking
Tears falling upon a shotgun I'm cocking
Alone in the corner, sitting on the floor
My feelings hurt so bad
They're dead to the core
Pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow
Red 665 on the clock radio
Illuminating the shadows sprawled out
On the wall
The scariest imagery I've ever saw
A symbol of anger strong as a tornado
Of toxic pollution is rocking my cradle
And shocking me is the impact of his fist
It woke me up to the
Simple fact that I'm pissed

(It's fury) fight back!
(Get up) Fight back! (Get up) Fight back!
(Come on) Fight back! (Get
Up) Fight back! (Fury)

Fuck all that forgiving the other, bitch
Bitch, I will murder your mother, bitch
I'll store your head in the cupboard, bitch
Fuck all that dyin' and cryin' and whinin'
And I want revenge, I don't die, bitch
Murder-go-round, you gon' ride, bitch
Fuck all that, bitch, suicide, bitch
Bitch, I got you to die (Fight back)
No more complaining, 9 milli' burst
Blood will be raining, follow the hearse
Woke up a giant, too far they pushed me
Never deny I'm a scrub, but I'm no pussy
Swung a machete, tip of the skull
Split down the middle, you fitted and all
Wicked is the clown, boom, bang, and pow
Shapaw, chah, poof, plow

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on

I'm sucker punchin'
It's suckers I'm punchin'
Squeeze the cocksucker's throat
Hear the bones crunchin'
He'll need a vegetable tube
When he's lunchin'
'Cause everything neck up could
No longer function
Still, I tortured him to death in my dungeon
Dumped him in the alley
At Vernor and Junction
That corpse laid there rotten
Became hella pungent
And perfect for Flip and his
Friends to be munchin'
How long can you heat me until we see fire?
Beat me 'til we see my patience expire
How long do you think you
Can treat me like shit?
'Til you screw up and I screw
Your head off your neck how far do you think
That elastic can stretch?
Til' I'm shootin' your head
Through my basketball net
It slaps on the pavement, all fleshy and wet
'Til I run up and punt that lunk of shit
Pow!

(It's fury) fight back!
(Get up) Fight back! (Get up) Fight back!
(Come on) Fight back! (Get
Up) Fight back! (Fury)

Bitch, I done ran out of tears, bitch
Fury that's spawned out of fears, bitch
I'll stab a screwdriver deep in each ear
'Til I know that you hear me
And fear me and clearly
Smack me, my paint never smears, bitch
But that check your ass never clears, bitch
Fred Fury taught me revenge is the way
Payback's even worth waiting for years
(Fight back)
Taking a chance again with the jab
(With the jab)
Repeated offense, it would've perhaps
(Would've perhaps)
This nobody snaps, and then it's too late
(Then it's too late)
My will restricting me from
Fighting back breaks
My thinking is null, react with a bat
(React with a bat)
Swing for the skull, connect with a smack
(Connect with a smack)
Instant I swerve, cracking the wood
(Cracking the wood)
Every face staring was freckled in blood
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Fred Fury is all in your feeble
Fearful flaws
Formulating into one ferocious fog
In the afterlife
Whose fiery fist will fuck you up
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on (665)
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on (665)
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Napalm, it's on (665)
Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation
Nap-