Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid - Gimmie More lyrics

Yo, ICP and Twiztid wrecking shit
For the fam mothafackos

I'm like fuck this shit
Bitch I ain't playin'
I give a fuck what you and that DJ sayin'
Your inners right now no more delaying
And like a dog I got 'em all obeying
Obliterate the competition like I
Was son of Satan but really I'm just man on
A mission impatiently waiting
I've got weight of a generation
To generate in my head
And every song that I be makin' since 98
And you're tellin' me right now that
It might be too late
I said back down, if it's coming to faith
Were to let down if it blows up in my face
But that's the kind of a person I ain't
I relate to the X files
More than the American Idol
I'm a death star lookin' to
Jump start your vitals and nothing's far
I'ma keep my name on the title
Even most, if not all
Of my rivals are feeling suicidal

Bring 'em out, knock 'em
Dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up
Loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more gimmie more, gimmie more
More than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)

Gimmie more than you ever had before
I'm at your concert, bored
Asleep on the floor
It's like pizza every night
It was ok the first bite
Then like an old hooker's neden
It's nothin' tight
Serve it up with hot soup
In a candy painted coup
With a fresh group on a fruity loop
It's still poop
You never dupe a veteran our
Medicine is better than
Anything on Letterman, again I need Excedrin
My head hurt, is that your best work?
Were you hurt somehow?
That's on the chart? I rather
Hear a elephant fart
Wicked scientist, hatchet cape flyin' fist
Why you even tryin' this? Bitch
Stick to fryin' fish
Great lake, earthquake, kick your rump shaker
Take em through the road block, boom breaker
Breaker any more of that? Stomp you flat
Like a door mat ignore that crap in fact
Have that door shipped back

Bring 'em out, knock 'em
Dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up
Loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more gimmie more, gimmie more
More than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)

You gotta keep strong with the resistance
Protect the regime
From the narcissistic self-centered sadistic
Also hypocritic when we spit shit
Brains turn on like a light
Switch amongst the flyin' fish
With the immortal rap and craft techniques
Make these wack cheesy motherfuckers
Scared to speak
Spit sugar you're diabetically too sweet
They just some boogers and
Ironically they've picked me
Last name: Fuck! First name: I don't give a!
A drunk degenerate like cirrhosis
Of the liver
With the pinnacle third eye, pyramid supreme
Stayed on the top of the food
Chain while bitches are bottom feed
Serious like the star of the East
With the power to outshine
Any newcomers and wildebeests
Brother of Paul and my first name Jamie
And I'll shoot you in the
Face like Dick Cheney, you motherfuckers

Bring 'em out, knock 'em
Dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up
Loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more gimmie more, gimmie more
More than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)

Bring 'em out, knock 'em
Dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up
Loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more gimmie more, gimmie more
More than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)