Insane Clown Posse - Intelligence and Violence lyrics

You have dug your own grave if
You say you wanna battle
Don't you know you're in trouble up
The creek without a paddle
'Cause, I keep gettin better
I'm tougher than leather
I'm rated number one and I'll reign forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I'll snatch it off your
Neck and diss you cold
It's like a fantasy it's irony my
Rhymes go down in history
Hit my boys proven with
The freshest terminology
Know more words than a pocket dictionary
Got more information then your local library
Some girls I'm kissin and others I'm dissin
But, you don't know what you been missin
Make a fresh tongue twister
Could give your tongue a blister
If you see it my way then
There's a chance you'll differ
Give a sigh then you cry then you say goodbye
Don't even try don't reply then
You want to die
I make you rhyme though it's time
Consider it as a crime
It's the truth no excuse a visual rhyme
Dissin you, to battle me you bit off
More then you can chew
Tearin up the scene destrukter van vew
Then I leave you more puzzled
Than a Rubik's cube
Wanna battle the best you're gonna
Die like the rest
When I crush your bones and rip up your flesh
You can do what you want but
Leave the rhyme to the skills
'Cause every person that don't listen
Is a sucker that kills
And when I first started rappin
I set some goals to rock your mind
Your body and of course your soul
Now when it comes to these
Goals I have now achieved
So for all you non-believers
It's time to believe!
Take it to the Violent Side

Violent J yo homeboy I'm packin a punch
Knocked out Greg on the
Motha fuckin Brady Bunch
For no apparent reason that's my attitude
Fuck off gold digger I
Don't rap for gratitude
You'll remember my name after I get the shot
Don't laugh now bitch I'll tie
Your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Leave freaks hangin like a
Motha fuckin dingle berry
Yo I like I like big fat fucked up freaks
I'm waxin that anus and
I'm slappin her buttcheeks
Hey yo the J stands for Joe
Violent straight up means that I'm
A motha fuckin psycho
Reputation like Jason on the southwest side
Shot 47 times boy still ain't died
In the alley roads bumpin gangsta codes
Sellin yayo part time sellin stereos
Yeah boy and my tape comes with 'em
When I stole the radio my
Tape was already in 'em
Life style of a motha fuckin scalowag
Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag
I'll use it 'cause ya never
Know I'm packin a gun
Straight up young one you don't want none son
Fuck those talkin shit fuckin seem to quit
Talkin shit about the tape and
Don't make 'em say shit
Young Caucasians raisin hell on our tape
Impersonate Violent J I'll crush your
Head like a grape
Talk shit about my posse hope you have a ball
When I see you I'ma slam your
Fuckin head in the wall
Intelligence and Violence