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Insane Clown Posse lyrics
Insane Clown Posse lyrics
"Gangsta Shit Lyrics"
Insanity Lurks Nearby Lyrics
Waiting is an endless game your feelings never stay the same You tolerate the ignorance the laughter of which all depends Certainly you've made the trends now you know its time's slipped by Certainly you made the trends but now you know its time's slipped by Dead man's got a scary blade you start to hesitate Waiting is an endless game your feelings never stay the same You tolerate the ignorance the laughter of which all depends Certainly you made the trends but now you know its time's slipped by You tolerate the ignorance the laughter of which all depends Waiting is an endless game your feelings never stay t
Waiting is an endless game your feelings never stay the same You tolerate the ignorance the laughter of which all depends Certainly you've made the trends now you know its time's slipped by Certainly you made the trends but now you know its time's slipped by Dead man's got a scary blade you start to hesitate Waiting is an endless game your feelings never stay the same You tolerate the ignorance the laughter of which all depends Certainly you made the trends but now you know its time's slipped by You tolerate the ignorance the laughter of which all depends Waiting is an endless game your feelings never stay t
Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka
Trigga deep
When you see us coming
Turn the fuck around
And get the fuck on
Lil Shank
Speak on these fools
I drop gangsta shit
With my gangsta clip
And everybody on the otherside
Suck my dick
Now with my gangsta ways
And gangsta walk
I spit gangsta shit
Everytime I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?
Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack
And if ya think we coming full
You better grab your grip
Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas
On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)
Chorus:
Rydas (WHUT!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all gangsta shit, and we bangin to the game and we hates to quit
Y'all bitch ass nigga
So Far Lyrics
We have nothing to remember so far, so far, So far we haven't walked by night and shared the light of a star. So far your heart has never fluttered so near, so near That my own heart alone could hear it. We haven't gone beyond the very beginning, We've just begun to know how lucky we are. So we have nothing to remember so far, so far. But now I'm face to face with you and now at last we've met, And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget. (musical interlude) We haven't gone beyond the very beginning, We've just begun to know how lucky we are So we have nothing to remember so far, so far. But now I'm face to face with you, and now at last we've met
s actin' like you know a mu-fucka We have nothing to remember so far, so far, So far we haven't walked by night and shared the light of a star. So far your heart has never fluttered so near, so near That my own heart alone could hear it. We haven't gone beyond the very beginning, We've just begun to know how lucky we are. So we have nothing to remember so far, so far. But now I'm face to face with you and now at last we've met, And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget. (musical interlude) We haven't gone beyond the very beginning, We've just begun to know how lucky we are So we have nothing to remember so far, so far. But now I'm face to face with you, and now at last we've met
Rydin' n fuckin' my shit
Bitch I'ma thug
Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know somn
Look at my craw
It's like bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic Ryda
Dump dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up
Everybody's runnin'
King Kong Ryda Daddy
Bullet still is comin
Strummin on traps
Crushin' on hearts
Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect your set
Fuck your hood
Fuck your baby mamma
And ya know I could, bitch
I leave you missin like Twin Gats
Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My name is Bullet
Soul gonna pierce your brain
Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know
So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)
Chorus
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud
Friendly (?) and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor
Shut the FUCK UP
Full Clip, fuck these niggas
Malice Lyrics
Greetings from the torture gardens paved with slabs of human flesh where bile from witchcraft lips blasts forth the blood of a new christ Where malice holds dominion and specters feast on clergy's flesh a heretic baptist screams as disciples erupt in flames the misery of ravished nuns by the phalliform crucifix souls locked in evil charms harbingers of the devil Angry jackals in human masks who dwell in the eye of the storm devoured by undead sentinels conceived in planes out of time Murderous lamias of the mind re-writing the beast's bible graven with demon's mockery inspired in the midst of nightmar
Blaugh (blaugh)
Whistle (whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas on anotha cop
And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay
Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy (?)
Fo Sheezy
We represents tha D
East to the west side
And everything in between
We never seen
Unless we in a dress code
Hoods and black trunks
Foot thick bank rolls
We the hardest clique
Kickin' gangsta shit
Any bitches that oppose
Can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the money
So bitches better freeze
And when we on yo block
Don't even call the police
Fool, I get out the corner
Pull the heat from my waist
Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor
And wait with the rydas to end with the law
Chorus
From Chicago's south side
To one block south central
All of that shit, on and on
We want it all
The underground
The overground
Fo Fo, come wit it man.
When Two Are Served, You May Begin To Eat" - Gene Futterman
Rydas don't die
Fo Fo representin'
Smokin' choke and stayin' high
All you ho's get your hands up
Put your petty cash up
The Rydas want the safe
And all the shit under the mattress
Drop, get on the floor
Don't make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck your bitch
I'm on some thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell drug shit
Rydin' with my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (riiiii)
Ain't nobody game like us
We love to bust
We love da rust
And watch you blood guts
Chorus
Yea bitch, a real motha fucking gangsta
That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faacko
That's Bullet, Fo Fo, Full Clip, L'il Shank, and I'm Cell Block
Psychopathic mutha fucka
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas
BACK...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass
Fo Fo, Cell Block, L'il Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaaaaaa!
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