Insane Clown Posse - Party in the Woods lyrics

Uh, somethin' bit me

I’m deep in the woods at night
But I'm not scared
Fact is, I'm part of what’s there
Impared, drunk, I'm feelin' alright
Say "Fuck it" and never go home
We all just might
In the forest, we sleep with the insects
All up in sects, trading respects
Moses couldn't part a sea of us, baby
With ABK on the stage fool, you crazy
We firin' the shot it's our time
Even piggies don't cross our line
Throwin' 40’s at the helicopters flyin’ above
They lookin' for trouble but
Findin’ nothin' but love
Danger, danger, Shaggy's on a golf cart
Drunk up in the woods, a street punk
With 10, 000 others, just like me too
Deep in the woods, cries of "Whoop, whoop!"



Crows dancin' in the clouds above
Trees clappin’ they branches and
Showin' us love these days belong to us!
They belong to us these days belong to us!
They belong to us

"Hey, who the fuck ate my hot dog?"

Goals get achieved when we in the woods
Kids are conceived when we in the woods
Shit you can't believe when we in the woods
Wicked Clowns take stage
And they steal your goods?
Fuckin' bullshit! Devil's henchmen
Sneakin' in we got ninjas in the trees
Watchin' for thievin'
They get dealt with, and the party continues
We rock in the woods
Nothing like in the venues
And look a this hottie's butt naked-ass body
Fuckin' under the blankets
Our beer breath stankin'
Toss me a cheeseburger i'll steal
Your blunt and peel off
Ran into a tree stump and broke the wheel off
And you real soft, passin' out
You didn't see Twiztid
They did the fuckin' new shit
And your missed it
In the woods, you can hear the bump all night
We family together, and We'll Be Alright

Crows dancin' in the clouds above
Trees clappin' they branches and
Showin' us love these days belong to us!
They belong to us these days belong to us!
They belong to us

"Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop!"

In the woods at night, find me up in the club
Chaos throughout the forest, nothin' but love
("Hey, where the fuck are you
From?") The loon district
The place where that hatin'
Bullshit is restricted
Body slams in the woods
Slam dancin' in the forest
We become muddalos if the rain pours
So the fuck what? I'm still
Slappin' this mud-duck butt
It's all good i don't give a fuck what!

Crows dancin' in the clouds above
Trees clappin' they branches and
Showin' us love these days belong to us!
They belong to us these days belong to us!
They belong to us
Crows dancin' in the clouds above
Trees clappin' they branches and
Showin' us love these days belong to us!
They belong to us these days belong to us!
They belong to us

Oh, the stagecoach was a
Headin' through the mountains
This day they called the Wells Faygo express
The cargo, so I hear
Faygo old-fashioned root beer
The tasty drink with creamy head goodness
"Look out! It's a holdup! It's Black Bart!"
"Oh! Save me! For my life I fear!"
"Oh, hush up
Gal it's that famous drink I want
That case of Faygo old-fashioned root beer"
"Stand where you are
Black Bart, you are through" gunshots
So, the stagecoach went on
Headin' through the mountains
And old Black Bart went off to jail, I hear
The Faygo Kid which way did he
Go? Which way did he go? He went for Faygo!
"Now's the time for you to go
For Faygo old-fashioned root beer
The big one-liter bottle is now
On sale at participating grocers"