Insane Clown Posse - My Forehead lyrics

"What is that I see? It's a forehead
Comin' over the horizon that ain't a
Forehead that's a more head
Bump your nugget every time you
Walk through the door head"

Here he comes, big forehead boy, fuck y'all
The biggest you ever saw
They call me the wall
When I arrive, suddenly you at the drive-in
I got a ocean of forehead, dive in
This ain't a case of receding hairline
Wanna see mine? It's up there, climb
Take my ears, they double as elevators
To have the biggest anything
Mean hella haters
From temple to temple, the length is insane
Thirty-four days on a bullet train
Space great for this? Not any other
World land speed record? Burn rubber
'Bout to give a seminar, prepare the reel


Show your charts on my forehead
And seal the deal
It's big 'cause it's packed with brains
I'm smothered in smarts like my
Dick is smothered in Hanes

That's no forehead, that's a five
Jump off that bitch, you can die
Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side
(yeah) step up, headbutt homicide (Boom)
Big-ass forehead
You could build a city on your head
When you go to sleep, it need it's own bed
Mama gave birth, now she gone, dead

I bust through walls, forehead first
Like Kool-Aid Man, quench my thirst
For knowledge, my brain weighs down my spine
I'll read seventeen books at the same time
Photograph it? You need four photographs
Forehead bigger than a horse's ass
That's no hat, ho, that's snow
Climbers missing? So the fuck what, though
Ear to ear, nose tip to back
I'm solid skull, bitch, that's a fact
My actual brain no bigger than a Tic Tac
Located tip of my dick cap
Like I'm givin' you brains when I hit that
I'm hard headed and quick to admit that
Sit back, let a bonehead slip that
Your shit crack, I'm quick to scat
Who did that?

That's no forehead, that's a five
(That's a five)
Jump off that bitch, you can die (Whoa)
Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side
Step up, headbutt homicide (Boom)
Big-ass forehead
Night of the 44 head (Forehead)
Boy, you ain't gettin' no heads (No)
'Cause we all gon' die, you get mo' head

"Oh, shit" "yeah, let me get that Detroit
Fitted in a twenty-four" "Size twenty-four?"
"yeah" "We ain't got nothin' that big"
"What you mean you don't have a twenty-four?
You says you got all sizes"
"We only go to an eight, sir"
"I need it for my big head, not my dick head"
"That forehead's big and tall you
Should try in there" "Well, fuck you then"

I've known Joe Bruce my whole life, bitch
Bet and ain't used to that forehead yet
How can that big bone not mean trouble?
Lookin' like a frog's neck blowin' a bubble
Children run, it's two grown adults
Somehow his forehead gots it's own pulse
My boy looks like his
Fuckin' head is pregnant
He gets shooed off like a deformed vagrant
And I laugh, but his forehead's no joke
How's he even support it
With a turkey's throat?
Would it pop if I gave it a poke?
I go for broke "Ah! Fuck you doin'?" Nope!
His face and forehead, that must be somethin'
Livin' life lookin' like two hippos fuckin'
At least he can get paid whatever the case
Rent your forehead for billboard space

That's no forehead, that's a five
(That's a five)
Jump off that bitch, you can die
Twelve feet tall when he layin' on his side
(Ha) step up, headbutt homicide (Boom)
Big-ass forehead (Forehead)
Got that miracle grow head (Grow)
Can't tell you shit you don't know head (Ha)
Thinkin' too hard, it exploded

"Ha ha ha ha boy
That ain't a forehead that's a Black Rob
'Whoa!' head oversized load, you might be
Drivin' slow head every night
Your pillow like oh no head"