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Insane Clown Posse - Burning Up lyrics
This bitch Rochelle fucked on her boyfriend in her boyfriends bed And Crazy Carlos smacked his baby mama off in the head And Jonathan beat his son like his daddy beat him But swore he'd never do nobody like his daddy did him And then Sandra used her pussyhole to get to the top And Baby D, he shot somebody, it went bad from the drop And then Diane worked at a hospital, took care of old souls She was abusive, her afterlife sees no gold roads And Mr. Richards was a richie fella, born with every penny Everyone around him hungry but he never gave em' any And then Steven was a businessman, an educated citizen At the top, pornography of children in his laptop Take your spot and hang on cuz it's crowded in hell You're in the belly of the beast now, it was Heaven in jail And don't try to make no friends cuz don't nobody got no tongues If the witch looks your way, somehow it crushes your lungs Playa playa was a boss man, callin' out shots Until he caught one, now everything stops, the floor drops As he's screamin' and fallin', we see how pointless was the ballin' When eternity is callin', agony will be appallin' Don't cry for the dead cuz they cry for you Because we laugh about an aftermath but they know how true And listen, ain't nobody gettin' it worse than you and me And ain't nobody gettin' it worse than you and me and we will see A pterodactyl swoop thru the caverns of hell And carry 2 unfortunates off to the Ogre's cell It ain't no guards playin' cards, ain't no uniforms needed You the only one around butt-naked, bloody and bleedin' With 7 demons in your ear got you believin' your heathen Talk you into pulling out your own intestines to get even You were born with the shine but you lost it down the line You fucked life up and you can't rewind! Fuck what you're tellin' me! We burning up! The witch keeps sellin' me! We burning up! Sins, we earn em' up! They keep turning up! And we turn corrupt! Until we burning lovely! Judge Shaw was a judge, snake holes are his eyes There go anohter judge, another judge, somebody despise And there go so many judges, the judges in hell So many fuckin' judges in hell, they bludgeon em' well Fat Pat like his daddy was a bigot pullin' duty He can tell it to them gargoyles fuckin' on his booty And Shawna liked money but mistook it for love Now when the witch's wings spread, she give him head and look above Black Sundays, Armageddon, maggots and rape Hell's Pit got some fire for you faggots with hate Eddie Burrow hit his wife and put a tooth in his knuckle Later on he lost his life in a scuffle, now he in trouble You was a rebel, you nobody no mo' To the devil on the double you go Ain't no level to the trouble you know And eternity goes And eternity goes Fuck what you're tellin' me! We burning up! The witch keeps sellin' me! We burning up! Sins, we earn em' up! They keep turning up! And we turn corrupt! Until we burning lovely! Fuck what you're tellin' me! We burning up! The witch keeps sellin' me! We burning up! Sins, we earn em' up! They keep turning up! And we turn corrupt! Until we burning lovely! |
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