Kottonmouth Kings, Insane Clown Posse - Fuck Off lyrics

I was screaming "Fuck off!" in '94
And '06, fuck the fuck off even more
And now KMK threw more fuel on the fire
Our shit so hot, make you wanna retire
ICP (Shit) Kottonmouth (Shit)

Got my nuts in your hand, physical, cough
So pull my dick out your mouth and fuck off!
What? Now put your middle fingers up
(Put 'em up) i'm rolling up the chronic
Got my hands on my nuts
I'm rolling through the hood
Smoking weed in my truck
Tried to steal my shit, so his ass got fucked
Stop taking my shit, bitch (Fuck off)
Don't take your stuff, 'cause (Fuck off)
If you think you're tough, bitch
Throw your dukes up

People run they mouth (Fuck off)
They will sell you out (Fuck off)


And you know the type of busters
That I'm talking about (Fuck off)
Lying snitches (Fuck off)
These two-face bitches (Fuck off)
So Snapchat, Twitter (Fuck off)
And I'll get with ya (Fuck off) so fuck off!

A fat dick, that is I
Quick to make you think "I
Wanna slap this guy"
But that there, that would be stupid
Beat you down 'til your pants get pooped in
Do me a favor and
Practice 'til you're perfect
I want you to "Fuck off!" Good work, kid
And now every time that you hear your name
Remember to "Fuck off!" 'cause
That's your claim you can chomp on a dick
Stick when that gets old
Or just call my hotline every
Day and get told ta
"Fuck off!" Bet I could place a bullet
Through your Adam's apple and out your mullet
He said "Fuck off!" I said "Yes, you
You can all fuck off, and the rest, too"
And from there, we all had a blast
The whole damn world fucked off at last

People run they mouth (Fuck off)
They will sell you out (Fuck off)
And you know the type of busters
That I'm talking about (Fuck off)
Lying snitches (Fuck off)
These two-face bitches (Fuck off)
So Snapchat, Twitter (Fuck off)
And I'll get with ya (Fuck off) so fuck off!

Ain't it such a funny thing to see? (Uh, huh)
All the backstabbing from
This so-called family (What?)
I take a glimpse at the message
Board and back my peeps
Fire clip into the sky
Better watch for geese
Mother fuck a fucker trying to
Fuck up my career
Fuck up anybody fuckin' with
The fuckers right here
We fuckin' ready for fuckers who
Wanna bring us the ruckus
Suckers better be quick on the draw
DBall ready on the trigger, what?
Checkmate, your fate has been sealed
(Fuck off)
The price is right, so let's make a deal
(Fuck off)
Hop in the bucket, I'll grab the wheel
God damn fuck it, let's keep it real
(Fuck off)
I'ma drive this bitch through the field
Dig me a hole, pull out my steel (Fuck off)
Pop, pop, how's that feel?
You fuck everybody, rob, cheat, and steal

People run they mouth (Fuck off)
They will sell you out (Fuck off)
And you know the type of busters
That I'm talking about (Fuck off)
Lying snitches (Fuck off)
These two-face bitches (Fuck off)
So Snapchat, Twitter (Fuck off)
And I'll get with ya (Fuck off) so fuck off!

"Fuck you! Fuck what you stand
For! Fuck what you said!
Fuck what you heard! Fuck everything
About ya ha ha, what?

You can fuck off shit better yet
Swallow every single inch of my dick
I'm swole, I'm leaving no room for breath
Make you tweet that I'm your
Favorite rapper until death
Either way, fuck off, you done know who ya is
Run kiddie, run, done with this homie biz
(Shit) fuck all y'all
Even the fucks that don't cluck
Fuck you and your gang of dumb fucks
(Fuck off) okay, you fuck everybody trying
To talk that shit (Fuck off)
Fuck that one boy, his other boy a bitch
(Fuck off)
Kottonmouth dick all spray in your face
You gobbled on my nuts, yes
Your girl had a taste
Facebook can't use my space
We don't rep no spades 'less
The band gets paid
I think it's time we go to trial
And take back what you took
You a Kottonmouth crook

People run they mouth (Fuck off)
They will sell you out (Fuck off)
And you know the type of busters
That I'm talking about (Fuck off)
Lying snitches (Fuck off)
These two-face bitches (Fuck off)
So Snapchat, Twitter (Fuck off)
And I'll get with ya (Fuck off) so fuck off!