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Insane Clown Posse Taste

t last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste

last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste

Oversættelse: Insane Clown Posse. Smag.

last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste

long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste

cause I wear my jeans so tight but they all fight for the right to fuck me all night, these hoes wanna kiss any time any place and have clown paint

on and if i had it my way the fuckin sun would be gone! [chorus x2] Sometimes i kiss her and i start shakin,she slips me the tongue and it taste like

lights come on AND IF I HAD IT MY WAY THE FICKIN SUN'D BE GONE (chourse x2) Sometimes I kiss her, I start shakin', She slips me the toungue and it's taste

ass at Saint Andrew's Hall Handin' out your flyers, ?Come one, come all? Come to my show", I looked at it, what? Right there, Insane Clown Posse might