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Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Vol 4

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Smack that bitch right across the lips Cause she aint nothin but a filthy bitch Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block Blackin her eyes your lunatic

field and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cookin' bib I said "How bout some candy?" She said "How bout instead, a nice hot Fresh

If i was a king all bitchs would blow me Big bag piles of jewels for my homies We would go to war and take everybodys land No clothes alound for female

Guess whos comin to your big town Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas Welcome ladies and gentleman into the demented minds of the Insane Clown Posse Thank

humpin my hand Alot of mother fucker claim the insanity plead but not me Its this house thats gone mad im insane as can be! Your aint never gettin

learn you're all going to hell I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell But I have the key it's called insanity I stick it in my brain to unlock

And tell em one false move they get there ass shot And if some dude move you gotta spit rounds and hit it You drench the place with Faygo let them know the clowns

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