ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Blacken Your Eyes lyrics

rate me

Filled your head with lead cuz I want you

dead...

Girlie girlie bitch tou fucking freaky bitch

I knowing what you think, you think your shit

don't stink

Take you out to dine and dine and wine and

dine

I tell you you look fine, then we fuck till I break

your spine

Bitchy bitchy hoe, we fucking on the floor

We fucking in the bed then I'll shoot you in

your head

You never make me cry, before that bitch you

die

Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic

I do like Nate the Mack and club ya in the back

I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your

eyes

Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel

at home

Then take out my billy club and go upside your

dome

Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe

You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your

face

I grab you by the neck and rip that shit out

Don't think that I'd hit ya but I'd punch and

stomp and kick ya

You wouldn't hit a lad, what bitch! What hoe!

BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I

thought that shit was true

But then you sucked on my boy's dick until his

balls turned blue

Freaky freaky trick, take your fucking pick, suck

or fuck or what?

Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word

You act like you ain't heard

I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your

eyes

Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe

I heard you gotta neck

Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh

Why don't you uh why don't you let me break it,

bitch?

I think I hurt a hoe a helpless drunken hoe

Someone tell me so do I hear a hoe?

Bitch, get in the car then I'll take you to the bar

But I took her to the alley, and kicked her with

the balley

Stomped her in her face, her chicky chicky

face

You took my heart and bit it so I took your lip

and split it

You took my life and crushed it I took your

head and bust it

I take your leg and break it I take your life and

take it

And bitch it's no surprise I'm not like other guys

Take it, take it, take it cut off your head and

bake it

And bitch it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken

your eyes

Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel

at home

Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the

ghetto zone

Bitchy bitchy hoe, tou fucking freaky hoe...

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