Insane Clown Posse - When I Get Out lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - When I Get Out lyrics]
When I Get Out
"Comaley, get up! Let's go!" "Why?"
"Well, it's your lucky day today
Pal you're free!"
"Yup, that's right, you've been pardoned
So come on, get your shit let's go!"
"What're you talking about
I don't understand"
"Yup, governor's pardoned ya
Come on, let's get the fuck outta here!"
"I'm free? Are you serious?!"
"Fuck no! Ya got four more years, stupid ass!
Heh heh heh heh!
Every fuckin day you fall for it!
Heh heh heh! You fuckin stupid ass!"
Dang! Two weeks left insane Clown Posse
Yeah when we get out
Wicked clown!
When I get out, I'm goin' home to Southwest
Going straight to my freaks
And getting undressed
And I'ma hit it like an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie won't be able to walk, uh!
When I get out, I'll run around town naked
'Cause my freedom feels good
I can't fake it!
I'll let my nuts flop to the Hip-Hop
I wanna chop chop, punk cop, flip flop
When I get out
I'm goin' to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and
Serve it with brussell sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block
And I'ma chew it on up to the last rock!
When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sporting Kangaroos
And them "Where's the Beef"
Shirts are history
But so what, I'ma sport mine like a G
Wicked Clown! yeah, check it out y'all!
Wicked Clown! We getting out y'all!
Wicked Clown! Check it out y'all!
(Never should've been let
Out the penitentiary)
Wicked Clown! We getting out!
When I get out, I'm goin' to the festivals
Cussing rude and scratching my testicles
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm comin' back around, the wicked clown
When I get out, I'ma throw a party
And guess who shows up? (Nobody)
I just sit alone and play solitaire
I don't care, at least I won't be here
When I get out, I'm comin' back to Delray
So I can breathe the smog, but that's okay
Cause I'd much rather whiff that shit
Than my cellmate Rico's funky armpit's!
When I get out
I'm headed straight to the sto'
For a big long cold thing of Faygo
And I'ma drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottle that it came in
Wicked Clown! yeah, check it out y'all!
Wicked Clown! We getting out y'all!
Wicked Clown! Check it out y'all!
(Never should've been let
Out the penitentiary)
Wicked Clown! We getting out!
"yeah, lemme call this broad up
And tell her I'm getting out
This my baby, ya know what I'm saying?"
("Hello")
"Wussup, baby man, it's me" ("Hello")
"Wait a minute" ("J?")
"Who the hell is this?!"
("Hold on a man, I'll go get Rachel")
"Who the hell is this?!"
When I get out
I'm shootin' someone in the head!
Somebody been sleeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart
Would sell me out
Now I gotta walk up and blow her mouth out
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
(Heh heh heh)
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
(Come again?)
When I get out, I'm back to the good life
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen I seen your cop friend Budzyn
Seemed that he liked to use his butt some
When I get out
It's all about the underground
I'll crawl back into the pipes
And never be found
So when you brush your teeth, ya better think
Ya might see my eyeball lookin'
At ya through the sink
Wicked Clown! yeah, check it out y'all!
Wicked Clown! We getting out y'all!
Wicked Clown! Check it out y'all!
(Never should've been let
Out the penitentiary)
Wicked Clown! We getting out!
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out y'all)
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out)
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out y'all)
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out)
Check it out y'all! Come on, yeah!
Check it out y'all! ICP y'all!
Check it out y'all!
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the clown)
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the clown)
(Jugglas, jugglas, jugglas, Kiss the clown
Jugglas)
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the clown)
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the)
Hidden track
Hm you’re still here
That must mean you wanna play
You’re a stupid ass!
Hello, everyone laughs jeez
I’m your host, Bink Chipperwink
Here once again let’s get ready to play:
"You’re a Stupid Ass!"
Okay, stupid ass the rules are simple:
You simply solve our mathematical clues
To figure out your prize
And that prize is: a phone number! (O oh)
When you call the number
You can hear the name of the
New album and fourth Joker’s Card (Fresh)
Ready, stupid ass? Here’s your clue
The area code is 1-313 now, for the rest:
The first digit is
I’m chillin’ butt naked with two bitches
One of ‘em’s the girl from Letters to Cleo
The other one’s Janet Jackson
Now, how many titties all together is
There for me to suck on?
The number is the next digit is
Jimmy has two balls and one wang
So does Tommy
They both got two balls and one dick each
Now, if Jimmy gave Tommy one of his balls
How many balls would Tommy have
In his nut sack
The number is… the next digit is
There’s ten rednecks ridin’ in the back of an
Old pickup truck drivin’ down a dirt road
Now, the truck his a bump
And I’d be God blessed if two
Of them chickens didn’t fall
Out the back of the truck
And bust their fuckin’ heads
Now how many red necks still made
It to Grammy Ma’s for supper?
The number is the next digit is
Let’s say, one mornin’
While having crumpets and tea
You decided to stick your finger in your bum
Now, last night
You ‘ad your finger in your mate’s bum
In the last twenty-four hours
How many bums have you ‘ad your finger in?
(Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner)
The number is the next digit is
You got ten bottles of Faygo
Your boy Lewie drank one
And your mama drank another one
And another one was artic sun flavor (Ew)
So you threw it away ‘cause
It tastes like shit!
Now how many bottles of Faygo you got left?
The number is the next digit is
It’s four bitches at your boy’s house
One of ‘ems straight as fuck
And another one’s got big fat fuckin’ titties
Now, another one’s kinda ugly
But you heard that she can
Fuck like a wild banshee
And the last one looks like a boy
And probably gots nuts hangin’
Under her neden
Now, how many bitches did you
Try to fuck that night?
The number is the last digit is
There’s ten clowns in a mosh pit
After the show
The makeup wore off everybody’s face
And then you realize that three of ‘em
Were really punk-ass bigot rich boys
Just fakin’ the funk
How many real juggalos were left
To team up and beat their asses
The number is and there you have it
Good luck, contestants
Well, okay laughs
You shouldn’t have too much
Trouble figuring these out but if you do
And you can’t seem to figure
Out the phone number
Well, then it looks like:
"You’re a stupid ass!" laughing
"Comaley, get up! Let's go!" "Why?"
"Well, it's your lucky day today
Pal you're free!"
"Yup, that's right, you've been pardoned
So come on, get your shit let's go!"
"What're you talking about
I don't understand"
"Yup, governor's pardoned ya
Come on, let's get the fuck outta here!"
"I'm free? Are you serious?!"
"Fuck no! Ya got four more years, stupid ass!
Heh heh heh heh!
Every fuckin day you fall for it!
Heh heh heh! You fuckin stupid ass!"
Dang! Two weeks left insane Clown Posse
Yeah when we get out
Wicked clown!
When I get out, I'm goin' home to Southwest
Going straight to my freaks
And getting undressed
And I'ma hit it like an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie won't be able to walk, uh!
When I get out, I'll run around town naked
'Cause my freedom feels good
I can't fake it!
I'll let my nuts flop to the Hip-Hop
I wanna chop chop, punk cop, flip flop
When I get out
I'm goin' to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and
Serve it with brussell sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block
And I'ma chew it on up to the last rock!
When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sporting Kangaroos
And them "Where's the Beef"
Shirts are history
But so what, I'ma sport mine like a G
Wicked Clown! yeah, check it out y'all!
Wicked Clown! We getting out y'all!
Wicked Clown! Check it out y'all!
(Never should've been let
Out the penitentiary)
Wicked Clown! We getting out!
When I get out, I'm goin' to the festivals
Cussing rude and scratching my testicles
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm comin' back around, the wicked clown
When I get out, I'ma throw a party
And guess who shows up? (Nobody)
I just sit alone and play solitaire
I don't care, at least I won't be here
When I get out, I'm comin' back to Delray
So I can breathe the smog, but that's okay
Cause I'd much rather whiff that shit
Than my cellmate Rico's funky armpit's!
When I get out
I'm headed straight to the sto'
For a big long cold thing of Faygo
And I'ma drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottle that it came in
Wicked Clown! yeah, check it out y'all!
Wicked Clown! We getting out y'all!
Wicked Clown! Check it out y'all!
(Never should've been let
Out the penitentiary)
Wicked Clown! We getting out!
"yeah, lemme call this broad up
And tell her I'm getting out
This my baby, ya know what I'm saying?"
("Hello")
"Wussup, baby man, it's me" ("Hello")
"Wait a minute" ("J?")
"Who the hell is this?!"
("Hold on a man, I'll go get Rachel")
"Who the hell is this?!"
When I get out
I'm shootin' someone in the head!
Somebody been sleeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart
Would sell me out
Now I gotta walk up and blow her mouth out
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
(Heh heh heh)
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
Wicked clown, wicked, wicked clown
(Come again?)
When I get out, I'm back to the good life
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen I seen your cop friend Budzyn
Seemed that he liked to use his butt some
When I get out
It's all about the underground
I'll crawl back into the pipes
And never be found
So when you brush your teeth, ya better think
Ya might see my eyeball lookin'
At ya through the sink
Wicked Clown! yeah, check it out y'all!
Wicked Clown! We getting out y'all!
Wicked Clown! Check it out y'all!
(Never should've been let
Out the penitentiary)
Wicked Clown! We getting out!
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out y'all)
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out)
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out y'all)
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
(Check it out y'all, we getting out)
Check it out y'all! Come on, yeah!
Check it out y'all! ICP y'all!
Check it out y'all!
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the clown)
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the clown)
(Jugglas, jugglas, jugglas, Kiss the clown
Jugglas)
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the clown)
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town (Jugglas)
Juggalin’ jugglas, juggalin’ jugglas
Guess who’s comin’ to ya big town
Juggalin juggals, juggalin’ jugglas
(Kiss the)
Hidden track
Hm you’re still here
That must mean you wanna play
You’re a stupid ass!
Hello, everyone laughs jeez
I’m your host, Bink Chipperwink
Here once again let’s get ready to play:
"You’re a Stupid Ass!"
Okay, stupid ass the rules are simple:
You simply solve our mathematical clues
To figure out your prize
And that prize is: a phone number! (O oh)
When you call the number
You can hear the name of the
New album and fourth Joker’s Card (Fresh)
Ready, stupid ass? Here’s your clue
The area code is 1-313 now, for the rest:
The first digit is
I’m chillin’ butt naked with two bitches
One of ‘em’s the girl from Letters to Cleo
The other one’s Janet Jackson
Now, how many titties all together is
There for me to suck on?
The number is the next digit is
Jimmy has two balls and one wang
So does Tommy
They both got two balls and one dick each
Now, if Jimmy gave Tommy one of his balls
How many balls would Tommy have
In his nut sack
The number is… the next digit is
There’s ten rednecks ridin’ in the back of an
Old pickup truck drivin’ down a dirt road
Now, the truck his a bump
And I’d be God blessed if two
Of them chickens didn’t fall
Out the back of the truck
And bust their fuckin’ heads
Now how many red necks still made
It to Grammy Ma’s for supper?
The number is the next digit is
Let’s say, one mornin’
While having crumpets and tea
You decided to stick your finger in your bum
Now, last night
You ‘ad your finger in your mate’s bum
In the last twenty-four hours
How many bums have you ‘ad your finger in?
(Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner)
The number is the next digit is
You got ten bottles of Faygo
Your boy Lewie drank one
And your mama drank another one
And another one was artic sun flavor (Ew)
So you threw it away ‘cause
It tastes like shit!
Now how many bottles of Faygo you got left?
The number is the next digit is
It’s four bitches at your boy’s house
One of ‘ems straight as fuck
And another one’s got big fat fuckin’ titties
Now, another one’s kinda ugly
But you heard that she can
Fuck like a wild banshee
And the last one looks like a boy
And probably gots nuts hangin’
Under her neden
Now, how many bitches did you
Try to fuck that night?
The number is the last digit is
There’s ten clowns in a mosh pit
After the show
The makeup wore off everybody’s face
And then you realize that three of ‘em
Were really punk-ass bigot rich boys
Just fakin’ the funk
How many real juggalos were left
To team up and beat their asses
The number is and there you have it
Good luck, contestants
Well, okay laughs
You shouldn’t have too much
Trouble figuring these out but if you do
And you can’t seem to figure
Out the phone number
Well, then it looks like:
"You’re a stupid ass!" laughing