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Insane Clown Posse

"Weak sh*tz Out"

[Intro: Madrox]
Twiztid up in the studio
Puttin' it down with our muthaf*ckin' cousin from Hed P.E. in this b*tch
Letting all you ho-ass b*tches know
That all that weak sh*t you doing out there?
You think you king-partner dog?
You know what, you know what, man that weak sh*tz out, yo
I'm here to tell you, that that weak sh*tz out, yo
Monoxide let 'em know

[Verse 1: Monoxide]
How many times and
How many rhymes and lines am I in?
And how many people are praying me and Madrox don't find them?
We like to take a little credit when they change
Cause when sh*t stays the same we gon' blow it out the frame baby!
So many say we raising the bar, it's so far that you can barely see it
So they compare us both to a star
You're a parked car
With ya hazard lights buzzin'
When I'm buzzin' it's a hazard
Turn your lights out cause you'll see
All of your weak sh*tz is making me sick
It's such a shame the underground has got diseases
And if Kanye's Jesus
Then I can't f*ckin' believe this
Then I must be the Devil
Cause the fire's what I'm breathin'

That weak sh*tz out!
f*ck that sh*t!
That weak sh*tz out!
f*ck that sh*t!
That weak sh*tz out!
f*ck that sh*t!
That weak sh*tz out!
f*ck that sh*t!

[Verse 2: Madrox]
Shifting since we emerged and appeared in the shape of shadows
Hit me and I disperse and attack you from every angle
I'm not a general, I'm three strikes like shell toe
And twiztid boys mind bend like elbows
Keep this sh*t alive, don't ever let this sh*t die
This sh*t is for life: Yours and mine (Who's who?)
And we're rewriting all of the rules
And that old sh*t is out what the f*ck you gonna do?
Go and cry like a b*tch, accept di*k
Go and cop up old sh*t or one of them new b*tches
Remaking it and takin' it to the bank, but I've been there pimp
And you might think that your the sh*t but dont nobody else feel that!


[Verse 3: Jahred]
Let's get lifted!
Like I'm driving Twiztid
Quick to hit the hypocrite you know I'm gifted
When the track's a weapon, you bet I'm ready to use it
I killed commercial radio and I murdered a pop music!
Yo motherf*ck all this emo sh*t:
Fall Out Boys and the homo-clique
I don't give a f*ck what label you with
When I come through town your b*tch suck my di*k
I don't give a f*ck, so shut the f*ck up
b*tch you don't wanna f*ck with me
No this ain't just rap, cause I'mma kidnap your b*tch and make her ride with me
Come on baby I'mma rock and roll you
I'mma shock and show you that I'm the one n*gga to keep it punk rock
I don't give a f*ck, so shut the f*ck up, b*tch you dont wanna f*ck with me


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