Tekster:
Insane Clown Posse Play My Song

one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck (chorus) play my song, gimme something i can lean on watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that play my song

one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck (chorus) play my song, gimme something i can lean on watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that play my song

and one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck (chorus) play my song, gimme something i can lean on watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that play my song

produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just seckle I'll play the nine and you play the target You all know my name so

know it's true Even in my darkest time In my darkest hour When my heart is blind And I'm giving nobody respect My mother's there to put my ass in check

my dick Playin role games, when my dick swang I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang Fuckin that cunt like a maniac Steamin up my back windows of my

bitch I roll deep, even if I go for chip dip And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip dick Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work Who the

jack off Keepin you wishing that you was dead off The planet Can't understand it? Let me explain All that shit you talked drove me insane But my brain swells, my

infact I wonder if.rmmm... anyway, jauque do my hair kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lolly pop Shaggy Who? watch me clean up the ghetto make my music, write my song