Insane Clown Posse - Shooting Stars lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Shooting Stars lyrics]
Chris Brown, Violent J:
I just wanna thank first and
Foremost all the fans (yeah, muthafucka)
That supported me from day one
Um, my label (Stay right there)
God, brothers, sisters, family members
Definitely everybody that's here
I drove all the way from Detroit
Back seat full of weapons
If I'da got pulled over they'd
Be dead in seconds
Whipped out a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Staple Center
Tonight it's the Grammys live
Don't got no ticket
But I ain't here to scream and applaud
I come to kill Chris Brown
And shock this industry crowd
Fuck him dead in his seat
Blow his guts out his tux
He beat the hell out his woman
And they still on his nuts
The fuckin message that is sendin
Must have a bloody endin posin as security
But he ain't safe I'm just pretendin
Bruno Mars on stage, cameras live, TV
That bitch forgave him
But still he's gotta die to me
Big record companies, executives
VIP's watchin
Probly cover up his dead hookers
Big business appallin
But the underground below don't approve him
So he flex
He had his chance on top, he fucked it up
Make room for the next
He stood up to applaud the show
Put on by Lady Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart into his throat like
'got'cha!' he fell back dead, stuck smilin
Eyes open as the night went
They thought he was just dazed
Happy from all the excitement
But i killed him!
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
What if I killed him?
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
I fuckin killed him!
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
What if I killed him?
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
I just wanna thank first and
Foremost all the fans (yeah, muthafucka)
That supported me from day one
Um, my label (Stay right there)
God, brothers, sisters, family members
Definitely everybody that's here
I drove all the way from Detroit
Back seat full of weapons
If I'da got pulled over they'd
Be dead in seconds
Whipped out a hitch, I arrive on the 405
The Staple Center
Tonight it's the Grammys live
Don't got no ticket
But I ain't here to scream and applaud
I come to kill Chris Brown
And shock this industry crowd
Fuck him dead in his seat
Blow his guts out his tux
He beat the hell out his woman
And they still on his nuts
The fuckin message that is sendin
Must have a bloody endin posin as security
But he ain't safe I'm just pretendin
Bruno Mars on stage, cameras live, TV
That bitch forgave him
But still he's gotta die to me
Big record companies, executives
VIP's watchin
Probly cover up his dead hookers
Big business appallin
But the underground below don't approve him
So he flex
He had his chance on top, he fucked it up
Make room for the next
He stood up to applaud the show
Put on by Lady Gaga
Blew a cyanide dart into his throat like
'got'cha!' he fell back dead, stuck smilin
Eyes open as the night went
They thought he was just dazed
Happy from all the excitement
But i killed him!
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
What if I killed him?
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
I fuckin killed him!
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!
What if I killed him?
What if I shot a star out the sky?
(Shooting stars)
A piggy has to have wings, before he can fly!