Insane Clown Posse - Mighty Mote lyrics

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Born and raised with nothin' at
All but floob luck
My entire life stank, fuck
It's like my shit stuck
Each and every fuckin' day suck
A redneck named Buck
Fucks my mom but he's a fake fuck
His beer can chucked
Hit's my forehead, wake up, the fat pig drunk
Don't wanna call him dad, he make us
Get in Pa's truck, time for school
You don't take us i'll ride the damn bus
I ain't never been late once
"Well, leave early thеn, 'cause shit
Your mama bust a great nut now get, boy"



Am I? Ain't this somе
Bullshit what happens next?

Man, I hate the bus, the bus driver
And all the bus riders
I especially hate Nick the
Fuckin' prick beside us
He yells "Move!" slaps my lid off
At some kid behind us who gets so mad
He tells and goes home
With a swelled-up shiner
And if that dick Nick forgets his
Chick is quick to remind him
They ditch our shit out the back window
Slips our books and binders
I heard they may have 69'd
In a cinemaplex recliner
And his phone got pics of a Pringles can
To the lid up in her vagina

Ha ha ha!

Got to school with all of them
Jocks, gays, goths, chills, gangbangers
And others rockers, skaters, emo trippers
All hate the Mouth Brothers
The feardest, weirdest, most revered
Were shucked and mirrored
Dick's beard was long and pointy
While Skeet's was squared
I'm sellin' pot in a jar with
A knot in my palm, in came
Dick and Skeet Mouth
I got swirly'd and beat down
Surely I will retreat now
Still blurry, in defeat, wow
What worries me is somehow it'll
All repeat again tomorrow god damn it

Dude, your life sucks

The bed hit's my wall all night
As Buck is fuckin' my mom
(Oh) Ignore it, readin' a comic book
I see the heroes, defeatin' crooks
I thought about suicidin' it
But who am I to quit
That'd be like me straight as
A razor ridin' a dick
I peeped this ad in the back: Need revenge?
There's ten thousand ways, within
The Mighty Mote, you'll be amazed
Bullies kickin' sand in your face?
Then just delete 'em!
Defeat 'em, beat 'em, shit
You can cook 'em and eat 'em
Are you a wimp, a shrimp, a simp with a limp?
Send six sixty-five to Mighty Moe
Plus a dime to ship
I hit accept and fell out
Dreamin' of killin' them dorks
Woke up with a box on my chest
Straight from the Yum Yum Fun Corp
Ripped it open
It's a- what is it? A remote control!
Aimed it for the wall and hit
Send and blew an open hole
Morning jogger out there, stunned
I rewinded his ass
He ran backwards three times as fast
I'ma have a blast

Revenge those people
I'll get 'em revenge is mine

Takin' my life back
This mother fucker Buck's way fat
I'll cut him no slack
On the toilet where he stay at
I'm pressin' plus, zap, he's gettin' bigger
Hear the weight crack
The floorboards snap! "I should cut
Back on the late snacks
I'm like an Amtrak", he stuck in the door
The frame crack
Keep hittin' plus, zap, he's so big
Strain back can't hold 'em all back
He reached a point he can't remain at
And finally went splat
All over the block it rain fat sweet!

Damn! Dude got fucked up

With this fuckin' Mighty Mote I could
Destroy the whole fuckin' bus
The bus driver, and the bus riders
Instead I'm only killin' Nick and
His dumb bitch beside us
He yelled "Move!" but I stayed in place
Then aimed and flipped the channel
Turned his head into a scrotum with his face
The Mighty Mote has one red button
An exclamation point
Aimed it for his bitch's neden
It didn't disappoint
Her pussy hole became a suction machine
Her feet and legs flew up her neden and
Left her folded like a chicken wing

Laughing

Finally got to school with them
Jocks, gays, goths, chills
Gangbangers and others told 'em all
Tell the Mouth Brothers they
Dead mother fuckers
The feardest, weirdest, most revered
Were shucked and mirrored
Dick and Skeet Mouth about
To be smeared, deleted, and cleared
In the John, Mighty Mote in my palm
In came Dick and Skeet Mouth
I paused 'em, kicked 'em both
In the balls some, give 'em each a beatdown
I turned they volumes down 'til
They was four inches tall unpaused 'em
Scooped 'em up and flushed 'em
Down the shittiest stall