ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Thy Staleness lyrics

rate me

Let me see your throat thing there buddy, I'ma Chop it, see the idea is to

make

you die -(Stop it)- I dont know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to

cut you off at the wind pipe desperately -(Like, how about cuttin' your own

neck)- I did, seventen times, why you think i talk like this? Before i cut

myself / This Was My Voice/ now gimme your neck pipe, you dont have no fuckin'

choice -(Im not ready to die)- neither was Easy -E, whut makes you so fuckin'

special you can escape the wrath -(You mean the Wraith) - I said Wraith, now

shut the fuck up, and wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker -(Pick

somebody else) - Im pickin' anybody i can find, and you happen to be the next

mother fucka in line -(Ok let's do it) - Keep still right there and about 1,2,3 of those mother fuckers i'm outta here

Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB

Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta / YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB / Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta (Ah ha... Whut kind of circus is this)

How you gonna give me a straight jacket when Im crooked? Took it and shook it,

ripped it and unzipped it and waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray,

jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys

and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out the window, Then

i turned around and went back inside, once i realized i could of grabbed a gang

of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another fuckin' gaurd shot me, I played the whole

movie shit off like "You got me" . Laid there playin' dead and when he checked

my pockets I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle in his eye socket. By now there

was guards everywhere, Im steady cuttin' off heads, surfin' on a wheel chair,

and too many bullets finally put me away... "But was it the real Violent J?"

Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB

Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta / YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. Let me

make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB / It kills the pain, ahe its

the only thing that kills the pain im sorry!

Im so sorry that Im so stale... Im so sorry Im stale. But still I gotta murder

your face... man Im sorry Im stale. Im so sorry that Im so stale... Im so sorry

Im stale. But still I gotta murder your face... man Im sorry Im stale.