Insane Clown Posse

"Why must my visions be so clear? The truth? The truth, I've got work to do."
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a Southwest street gang?
Do I bang?
Do I slang?
Do I let my muthafucking nuts hang?
But do you care?
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't nowhere
And what about the time I got fucked?
When I got shot in the throat...fucking sucked
But your news wasn't on it
You could give a fuck less
Never the less
Unless
Something happened in your suburb
I'ma cut your daddy's neck, you little fucking nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me cause I don't...give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, anybody yo
Seventeen dead, anybody yo
Seventeen dead, anybody yo
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead...
"The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection..."
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cause somehow, there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I'ma kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No
Is your mother a soggy hoe?
I like to drink Faygo, out in front of Scotty's
But then one by one, my homeboys turned into dead bodies
But I'm straight with that
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car and shit
"Yo, wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight"
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag?
Or the red, white, and blue too?
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers got a death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
Just to justify...the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead?
Seventeen dead, anybody yo
Seventeen dead, anybody yo
Seventeen dead, anybody yo
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead...
"The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection..."
Yeah, dead bodies man.
They ain't so bad.
I mean they're all over the neighborhood and shit you know?
But they don't be fucking with you.
They just lay there dead and shit.
I mean they tasted kinda straight, with a little mustard, man.
Yeah..."
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich, bigot, fucker, take a deep breath
Looking at you makes me go batty
Muthafucka, don't be nothing like your daddy
Cause he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can't deal with they own creation
Move out further, suburb vacation
But it don't work like that
Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your fucking nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna love it
Motherfucker, drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can't make end's meet
You don't know now, but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cause I'ma cut ya ass up...for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
I'ma cut your ass up man for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
I'ma chop your ass up man for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
I'll chop you, I'll slice you seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo
Seventeen dead, anybody, yo....
Yeah...yeah...yeah...
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nut sac
Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
Ya don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on the nutty clown
I got boys downriver, straight Inktown
Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailer park
That's me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass
I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
Cause tonight I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about her one titty