Insane Clown Posse - Staaaaaaaaale!!! lyrics

You a fuckin penny pincha' id
Never give a incha
Short arms and deep pockets be sure
To lock it real special
You won't go drivin through
Our neighborhood you're fuckin
Staaaaaaaaale! Your women wait on you to
Sleep then sneak out on
A creep and come back home and kiss you
Leave some nut on your cheek
Because that bitch a freek
But you just fake like
You asleep you're fuckin staaaaaaaaale!
This mother fucker got a chicken neck
Fool ain't never earned a check
We took a watch off a deadman
After a car wreck and scam
And live your life as weak
As you can you're fuckin staaaaaaaaale!
Bitch you got a big fuckin ass
Titties flashin like strobe lights
You bitches know we gotta go but
You ain't fuckin tonight you ain't
Right I think I know whats wrong
With you boo you're fuckin staaaaaaaaale!

Jump back off me get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me back your stale ass up
I'm fresh I'm fresh so fresh so fresh
So fresh because I won't have stress
No stress jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me jump back off me
Back your stale ass up i'm fresh I'm fresh
So fresh so fresh
And I don't need that staleness bitch ass!

We swing both ways and still
Swear thats your pimp hand
Plus your thirty somthin or other
Supported by your motha
Fuckin chickies without a
Rubber you're fuckin staaaaaaaaale!
These rappers spittin wicked shit with
Panties on under there jeans
Actin like there topgun but run
When i pop one
You get a bullet in your smile
Disrespectin our style you're fuckin
Staaaaaaaaale!
Tou can use this as if you legit but to
Me you're just an ass talkin poop and shit
You know you should quit before we
Boot you lip you're fuckin staaaaaaaaale!
You say you seen bigfoot in your backyard
You need to get smacked hard
Your stalkin a fat lard your
Windows and doors barred
You covered up the tat you
Had of a jokers card, you're fuckin
Staaaaaaaaale!

Jump back off me get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me back your stale ass up
I'm fresh I'm fresh so fresh so fresh
So fresh because I won't have stress
No stress jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me jump back off me
Back your stale ass up i'm fresh I'm fresh
So fresh so fresh
And I don't need that staleness bitch ass!

Some of us own dope cars that fail to exist
Some of us have profiles, nobody else fit's
And some ain't got time for
The Monks in Tibet
Because my own kids are hungry
And they're lookin' for me to shit