Insane Clown Posse - Just Like That lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Just Like That lyrics]
Jump out of bed and I head for the Grape-Nuts
Eat 'em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
Of socks and a shirt
Still sporting the same drawers
Even though they hurt
In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill
'Cause it's flatter then a bitch
On a big wheel
I got a few moneybacks and a little change
So I'm heading to the store
When the phone rings
What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
She's got another friend with her
And her dad's rich
If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte
Guaranteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot
Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill
I wanna let my nuts through the windmill
He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark
'Cause I know he can get the fuckin Skylark
He said he can
But he's broke and it needs gas
But I wanna buy these Faygo, think fast
I know my brother Jump Steady's
Got a few bones
But that's going through his shit
When he ain't home
Never mind J, Legs loaned me a ten
No need to get punched in your head again
Tell Mike to scoop me up right away
And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day
Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Wings on my feet
Lock the house
And wait for 'em in the street
I wish I had a piece of gum or something
Fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes Grape-Nuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "Hey man, you're outta luck"
What, what ya say man?"Fuck"
Eat 'em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
Of socks and a shirt
Still sporting the same drawers
Even though they hurt
In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill
'Cause it's flatter then a bitch
On a big wheel
I got a few moneybacks and a little change
So I'm heading to the store
When the phone rings
What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
She's got another friend with her
And her dad's rich
If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte
Guaranteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot
Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill
I wanna let my nuts through the windmill
He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark
'Cause I know he can get the fuckin Skylark
He said he can
But he's broke and it needs gas
But I wanna buy these Faygo, think fast
I know my brother Jump Steady's
Got a few bones
But that's going through his shit
When he ain't home
Never mind J, Legs loaned me a ten
No need to get punched in your head again
Tell Mike to scoop me up right away
And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day
Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Wings on my feet
Lock the house
And wait for 'em in the street
I wish I had a piece of gum or something
Fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes Grape-Nuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "Hey man, you're outta luck"
What, what ya say man?"Fuck"