ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Taste

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featuring Esham
  Intro: Violent J
  The Time has come for the blood to run into
  the streets paved with gold
  We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
  And like animals we kill each other for the
  hatred of others
  We must move into the suburbs and punish the
  rich for their ignorance
  For the horror of death, that is part of our life in
  our neighborhood
  And give them a taste of the same
  And when we kill the governments children
  And the streets smell of death
  maybe then we will see our situation in a new
  And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto
  and an end to the killings
  Verse one: Violent J
  Heard whats going on in the free world
  Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
  Just ta warm u, just to get it on
  Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the
  break of dawn
  Can't nobody get me
  I've always been a psycho now they coming
  with me
  That's straight when we team up
  cause I believe every throat deserves a good
  Look in my brain its fucking insane
  roll around naked in the acid rain
  Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
  Now we killing you instead of killing each other
  Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
  Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
  My list are strong its only a saw
  The government fronts like they dont know
  what is going on
  Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands
  Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
  Cause i know the rich go jogging
  And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
  About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the
  psycho psycho rhymes
  But ya keep the killer in one place,
  But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!
  Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}
  (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you
  up, shot you in the ass)
  {Jumped out the alleyway with a
  muthaphucking battle axe}
  {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
  (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they
  showing psychopathics and i see me)
  (And ya calling me a homeless hobo,
  while I'm laying on my suede couch listening
  to mojo)
  {Snipe ya in the head from a tower,
  or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}
  {Finally catch ya on the block,
  take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
  (Who ya fucking wit governer E?
  Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
  {Then swing ya by ya foot}
  {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk
  (Stroll to the banquet party)
  {Drank all they brew}
  (Then shot everybody)
  (They set it up wrong,
  created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last
  {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})
  Verse three: Jump Steady
  In Detroit doing time, time being done
  Without not another solution
  Without nothing but wicked men
  How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
  Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
  Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools
  for this
  Cause im drawn by the vision and close my
  hand into a fist
  Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
  So my natural instincts to kill in the street
  Im going to war and i sent you caution
  JumpSteady stepping over the governments
  (Take it, Take it farther, take it far)
  Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know
  who you are
  Seems they dont even know about the inner
  city crime war
  Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the
  fuck for
  Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded
  Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
  And save a human life or two
  End this ghetto war for the homies that i once
  ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
  (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
  I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
  On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage
  What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
  Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a
  Verse four: Capitol E / Esham
  Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
  So let me feed you the city like in a steady
  Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
  Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young
  child scream
  Everyday thang, thank it to ya
  Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front
  door naked
  Begging for money, acting like he know ya
  Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll
  show ya
  Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
  (come up wit it bitch)
  Now ya dont know how to act
  But that's the life and the experience of a
  Happends everyday, one another the other
  But the suburb living is high class
  With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
  And show ya the rough times
  Hungry homeless people commiting crime
  after crime
  And bitches working the pike for dough
  Then they run to the rock sella to buy some
  rocks slow
  And i hear ya making fun of that...
  ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats
  It's time for you to crack some necks
  And if they dont know now, show them what to
  Cause it dont matter the race or the place
  Capitol E giving the inner city Taste
  Interlude: Violent J
  Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point
  and beverly Hills
  I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish
  Verse five: Esham
  Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black
  devil comming straight from the D
  Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
  And looking for the governer to kill him and i
  think i can
  Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha
  If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
  The black devil, that devil ya dont know
  Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
  Hey man do you know my name?
  Im down with notics, nuts on train
  So give me mine cause it aint about black or
  It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night
  I burn a cross in ya fucking face
  Now homicide's got a new case
  So give me a taste

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