Insane Clown Posse - Growing Again lyrics

[Insane Clown Posse - Growing Again lyrics]

When I grow up, I wanna be a giant
The biggest muthafucka alive!
That would be the shit!
I wanna be tall, I wanna be big

The jump off - One summer night
I noticed my shoes was fittin' wrong
My feet was all a sudden a
Half an inch too long
I jumped in my car, and thought
"Now who the fuck was in my seat?"
Fuckin' with my levers and
Re-adjustin' my mirrors
I stopped to get a Slurpie and I
Noticed I was floodin' in my jeans
Gettin' back in my car, I split my ass seam
My shit ain't hardly fittin' any
More, fucked up detergent, or
I'm growin' bigger than
A muthafuckin' dinosaur!
Got out the car and had to
Duck to get in Shaggy's place
You shoulda seen the fuckin' look up
On his painted face he said
Holy fuckin' shit
I don't know if you knowin'
But you're growin' and it's
Obviously showin' homie!
Watch where ya fall down (oh shit)
Watch where ya fall down (oh fuck)
Watch where ya fall down (oh shit)
Watch where ya fall down (oh fuck)
Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again
(oh shit)
Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again
(oh fuck)

The next day I woke up
Shaggy's three dogs were trippin' on me
Layed out on his couch
A smooth nine foot three
They don't fuckin' love me no more
I stand up
And put a hole in Shaggy's ceilin'
With my big ass nug
The dogs ran, Shaggy's like holy fuck
Don't move! First thing you gotta fuckin' do
Is do not move!
We need to get you out the house
Before you fuck my shit up
I had to crawl through the
Hall into the front yard, then get up
I'm lookin' through the eyes of
A 12 foot tall man don't feel any different
Though I could use a tall can
I'm growin' every hour and
The reason's unknown
Now I'm sittin' on your home with
My feet on your lawn damn

To me SUV s and Sedans, they're like pop cans
A little bit heavier but tin in my hands
Shaggy's chillin' on my shoulder in
A custom made basket
I'm tryin' to ride wit' my boy
In this bitch and outlast it!
I try to stay in one place
It ain't no use in hidin'
Hella choppers beamin' wit' coppers
On all sides
And the media governments are offerin' jobs
(He's a freak of nature)
World press, scientists
All swarmin' wit' this mob
(He's huge, Incredible)
All around us fuck it J
You only gettin' bigger, dog
You and me, right now, homie go for a jog
We've been sittin' here
Lettin' them observe us and for what?
I say you tell 'em "Fuck the
World!" and throw the lotus up!

Now I'm runnin', every step is 32 miles
Shakin' the earth
Turnin' buildings into piles
And I'm runnin'
Crushin' trees like blades of grass
My head's above the clouds
All they see is my ass
And I'm runnin', 600 mile an hour wind gust
Footsteps, explosions, three days of dust
And I'm runnin'
And I can still hear Shaggy on the megaphone
"Keep, keep, keepin' on, don't stop
Come on!" and I'm runnin' through states in
Two steps or less
Through the oceans and don't even
Be gettin' my nuts wet
And I'm runnin', finally gravity took me away
I ran right off the planet into
The black of outer space and I'm runnin'

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