Paroles Taste de Insane Clown Posse

Textes et Paroles de Taste

Heard of thoughts going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just to warm up just to get it on
Cuz I'ma be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me
That's straight to Wit T. Mark
Cuz I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain
It's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucker
Took me for a sucker
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in your house
Shot him in the mouth
Lean back the head and pour the brains out
My lyrics are strong
It's only a song
The government front like they don't know what's going on
Fuck...I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down, cat, cut ya down
Cuz I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggin
About thirty, forty times
Psychedelic sick with a psycho, psycho rhyme
Thought you'd keep the killing in one place
But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste

Fucking you up, won't let you pass
Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe
Throwin' dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks
I'm sick of this shit on my TV
They're showing psychopathics and I see me
And you're calling me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to Mojo
Snipe you in the head from a tower
I'll chase your naked ass clean out the shower
Finally catch you down the block
Take this here gat, shoot ya in the cock
Who you fucking with governor E?
Don't you know I'll hang your dead ass from a tree?
Yup, then swing you by the foot
Mister jumble-looking bald-head punk bitch!!
Stroll to the banquet party
Drank all they brew, then shot everybody
They set it up wrong
Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long
Thought we'd kill each other off
Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs, jack off
The clown'll stick his knife in your face
Motherfucker...have a taste

In Detroit, doing time, time be done
With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men
How many motherfuckers have I known over the years
Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears?
And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many schools further this
Cuz I'm drawn by the one vision of the iron fist
Raised with the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets
But I'm above that, my sense of caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the government's brainwashing
Take it, take it further, take it further, take it far
Don't let them even judge you cause you know who you are
Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money on the troops in the desert, what the fuck for?
Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing
Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon
And save a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho
I have a mind, killer rage
Waiting for change
In the folds of my jacket, I craddle my gauge
What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place?
Try ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste

You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste
So let me feed you the city life at a steady pace
Wake up to gunfire, thinking it was a dream
Till you hear neighbors holler and a young child scream
Everyday thing, think you can take it
Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked
Beggin' for money acting like he know ya
You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya
Catch ya at gun point range, you're getting jacked
"Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act
But that's life inexperienced is a mutha
Happens everyday, one after another
But the suburb living is high class
Well, high class, never see me trade with your ass
And show you the rough times
Hungry, homeless people committing crime after crime
And bitches coming to pipe for dough
Then they run to rock sto'
To buy some rock snow
And I hear you're making fun of that
ICP, "What's up E?"
Get your bats
It's time for you to crack some necks
And if they don't know now, show them what to expect
Because it doesn't matter the race or the place
Capitol E, giving the inner city taste

We headed from Birmingham, Groose Pointe, and Beverly Hills!! I thought you knew 'cause we in a devilish mood...

Guess who's rolling with the ICP?
The Black Devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham
My temperature is burnin', man
Looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J, know the way, so I'm gonna getcha'
If you're standing in my way, I'm gettin' with 'cha
The Black Devil, that devil ya don't know
Gettin' mo' pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man, do you know my name?
Esham with Natas, not Soul Train
So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white
It ain't about wrong and right
On Devil's Night
I'll burn a cross in your fucking face
Now homicide's gotta new case
So gimme a taste...

So gimme a taste
So gimme a taste
So gimme a taste
So gimme a taste
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste...

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