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    Insane Clown Posse

    The Tower

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    I'm dizzy walkin outta larry's army wear used
    With some black leather shoes and desert BDU's
    Many boxes of ammo, i got the camo face paint
    Barricaded the tower doors, safe this place ain't
    Up to the top, i can see the whole planet it would seem
    The sun is beatin on my head as i'm livin my horror dream
    Up-chucked a couple times then i finally took aim
    A man is chattin on his cell phone, i spattered his brain
    A lovely couple started runnin, all the sudden she tripped
    He kept right the fuck without her, like he never missed a step
    I snapped one to his head, he fell dead to his knees
    Then his wife was right there to retrieve the car keys
    Not many notice at first, although some do start to scatter
    Pluggin iron in they back, who they are it doesn't matter
    There's a psychopathic, way up in the tower somewhere
    And when they think they outta range [gunshot] poof they hair
    [chorus]
    And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
    So fuckin hot (shooting from the tower)
    And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
    So fuckin hot...
    I shot the lady in the ass and the kid on the grass
    And the daddy on the swing through the lens in his glasses
    First cop on the scene will be commended for his services
    For now he holds his throat and scream "i didn't deserve this"
    The tower too high, i'm bringin shot from above
    Cuz my head's a battle royale of serpents, snails, and bugs
    I'm quadarpolar, though my snipers scope i see the enemy
    The world ain't never been my friend and never pretended to be
    I fought in two wars, my country left me poor and sick
    Leg missin, agent orange and an un-useable dick
    So as i reload, my trigger finger's frozen cold
    From squeezing so hard my reason is no control
    Warped soul, look at that, pap-pap-krack
    Three frat college boys flat, dead on they back
    And they lady tryin to hide behind the dead fat guy
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