Insane Clown Posse - Psychopathic lyrics

Well, I've been to the state
House and then some
Payed my debts but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I
Couldn't find my locker stubbles on my chin
I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause there's
No jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next day, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Pull your spine out your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with
A foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hatin' sluts
Shoot 'em in the face, step back
And itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sack
'Cause I fuck so hard it'll break they back


All the pressure packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus, and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker! psychopathic
Psychopathic

Thought you knew, bitch
ICP made up of psychotic, demented
Psycho-kleptic motherfuckers
And we might put a hook on your
Throat like it ain't nobody's business

First I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but
Naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and
Chopping and cutting and
Aah, until I'm nuttin'
Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tiptoe back to the ghetto zone
'Cause Southwest Detroit is this
Demented one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratchin' my testicles
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand
Take her to the Patton Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
'Cause they're all eventually bitchin'
So if we ain't fucking
Take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me, it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

"Hey man why don't you slide some
Of that Faygo over here?
Come on man, you farted didn't you?
I should sock your ass man, you farted!
Chill, chill, man, it's a cop what man?
What?! Your license and
Registration that's what
You little fuck face
Hey, hey yo man, fuck you
You fat jelly-filled motherfucker!
Get out of the car
Get the fuck outta the car! What's up?
Gunshots bitch, come on man
(What're you doing, man?)
(Let's get the fuck out of here)
Fuck you, fuck you man!"

Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a faker
You was in school
I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap
With all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
'Cause you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick out the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's
My sewer freak bitch
But I throw the turkey after the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break it
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
Psychopathic

Come on, psychopathic come on, come on
Yeah, psychopathic (Mother fucker)
Come on psychopathic
Bring it back, now come on, psychopathic
Bring it back, now psychopathic
Yeah, yeah yeah, psychopathic

Yeah? Well, then I sucked his nuts
Oh, did you? Yeah
Wow, did you fuck him?
Well, yeah he fucked me in the ass
Wow what about Rodney?
Fuck him what he doesn't know won't hurt him
Beep Hold on a second hello?
Hey! You dumb fuckin' bitch! I
Heard you fucked on me!
What the fuck you doin'? When I see you
I'ma kick your motherfuckin'- click Hi!
Well, who was that? Oh, wrong number