Insane Clown Posse, Jamie Madrox, Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Untitled (Mike E. Clark’s Extra Pop Emporium Outtakes) lyrics

[Insane Clown Posse, Jamie Madrox, Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Untitled Mike E. Clark’s Extra Pop Emporium Outtakes lyrics]

(Want it, hey we want it)

Mr dead Homie, first name Blaze
I take bribes if you want an A grade
I’ma teach yo bitches how to be an OG
Punch Shut the fuck up and listen to me
(Okay) never unless your ass is packin’
Tomorrow’s lesson, I’ma screw you on stackin’
More liquor sippin’, pimpin’ and Cadillacin’
You want extra credit? Then show
Me some car jackin’

(You came to my birthday party)
You brought me a present we
Drank pop and played tag
(You came to my birthday party)
We went to your house i took
A shit inside your laundry bag
(You came to my birthday party)
I I I I I I I I I I peed on your cat’s head
(You came to my birthday party)
Or or or or… Where’d the echo go?
(You came to my birthday
Party) Where’s the echo?
E-e-e-echo, e-e-e-echo
Bitch (You came to my birthday party)
E-e-e-echo e-e-e-e-e-echo (I remember)
Alright, hold up let me do it again
(You came to my birthday party)

Let’s play a game! (Hey) finger in the butt
Just to see if you’re loose
Then it’s fresh out the gym bag with the
Drinks, rubbers, naked bitches and such
And bitch with a bottle in her butt (Ew)
Harder than a brick, I bust ‘til I finish
Ratchet neden lips and
Sweatin’ like calisthenics
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Listen up, class (School us on real shit)

(You came to my birthday party)
You brought me a present we
Drank pop and played tag
(You came to my birthday party)
My dick is so long, out my pant leg it drag
(You came to my birthday party)
D-dr-d-drag laughs
(You came to my birthday party)
A a a a a video vixen
(You came to my birthday party)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, bitch
(You came to my birthday party)
Never mind, man never mind
(I remember) That’s good
(You came to my birthday party)
That’s good where the fuck is everybo-

Up to ya we look up to ya

When I get to heaven
I’m trying to smoke with Johnny Cash
If the angels don’t like me
Then I’m choking some ass
There’ll be a whole lot
Of wreckage, burnt walls, and broken glass
‘Til they not only allow it
But join me smoking grass ‘Til then though
This indo will float me out the window
And now I’m getting plastered with
Ol’ Dirty Bastard and this is this shit, yo

Alright, students
I know I’m only here for a couple days
(Listen up)
But I do got a homework assignment for you
(Listen up)
I want all you guys to go home, girls too
(Yup! Yup) it don’t matter take at least one
Or two pictures of your moms
Naked (Ass spread) and bring ‘em back in
Tomorrow for extra credit
I’m runnin’ out of shit to rub one out to
Ass spread!

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