ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Is That You?



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Featuring Kid Rock
  Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
  I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
  Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
  A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
  I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
  I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
  Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
  I can see you butt-naked in your window
  Shimmy up the house side dash
  Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
  Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
  I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a
  checklins cashing
  If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
  But don't get all geek slut
  Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
  What's this clown shit about?
  A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
  With a do-me-ray
  Now it's about time I say
  Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
  Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
  Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo,
  Nate Woohoo!!!
  Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
  Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
  If ya know a bitch who got grits
  Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
  Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
  I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
  The whore showed up at my front door
  So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out
  the back door
  The bitch thought it was a cake drive
  She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her
  off at lakeside
  You driving me home, well I meant ta
  But plans have changed so get your ass on the centaur
  Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they
  don't mack me
  Never slacking, hoes I be macking
  Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking
  Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
  The funk, the funk from the old days
  Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
  The funk from the old days
  Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
  Show me a valley, I might yodek in it
  Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen
  as I've been to Romeomeomeo
  Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
  Three for the treble, eight for the drum
  Five for the homies that I run with
  Bitch call your mother cause you're done with
  Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
  And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
  So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
  So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
  And your wife's all worked up for nothing
  She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
  Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to
  innocent bystander
  Every fucking day
  Cuz it's about time I say
  Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
  Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
  Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
  I just said it was motherfucker
  Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
  Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
  Hit it, hit hi-hit it
  Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
  Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
  This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
  But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
  But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
  Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
  Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
  But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
  Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
  




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