ICP Insane Clown Posse Psychopathic Lyrics

Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine m_________ers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your b____ in place
Or I'm a send her a__ home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating s___s
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
'Less I'm in the sac
Cuz I f___ so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, m_________er, psychopathic

Psychopathic

Thought you know b____
The ICP is made up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy m_________ers
And we'll put a hook on your b__b leg
Like it ain't nobody's business

So I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz
Southwest Detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my t_______s
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the b____ at the french fry stand
Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a s__ist remark
Cuz they're all eventually b____ing
Serve me f___ing take your a__ to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, m_________er, psychopathic

[theme from "Halloween"]

Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
Cuz you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick off the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak b____
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "a b____ ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, m_________er, psychopathic