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Cuss Words (Mike E. Clark’s Unplugged Thuggery)
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Insane Clown Posse
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b*t*h! f**k sh*t ass whore pu**y faggot sl*t d**k c*ck balls b*st*rd whore dyke clit sh*t balls ass dyke b*t*h hole c*ck sl*t faggot dyke b*t*h whore ho skank ho Tell me If ever I cussed as much when they bust With the buzz in a fuss and be such Could music even be nuts? Would they reap us? Or style wanna keep us? Are we dreamingers? Never sleepers? You'd probably never beep us Because wouldn't be cuss Jesus thesis wouldn't reach us Not not speakers taller than a bleachers (b*t*h!) To each his own His only bone is to goin' in knowing they critique us What was only on them sneakers Now they wanna slap on speakers Sneak ass, Rikishi ass, that flash back, trash that, I'm past that For the freaky naked speakers beatin' blast that You get your ass slapped We stick our d**ks in a mix of chicks all fixed to start some sh*t up Soon as we parked, them markets sparkle, b*t*hes' boxes lit up So get up, f**k sh*t up, some haters' throats get slit up They bleeding, belch, and spit up Soon as it croaks, we tip up Ching ching ching, shim shimmering shing Angels bring bling for kings The best gift they truly ever gave Jetpack flight through the Everglades Making f**k down with seven babes Fresh reunion with Mr. Spade Chance for retarded kids to get laid Danny "K" at Coachella, paid (b*t*h!) Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck!) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip (sl*tty d**k!) Mother f**k you, damn sh*t head b*t*h (b*t*h!) f**k boys doubt us, they girls ('Bout us) They say f**k us, but they (Bump us) Haters knock us 'cause they (Jock us) b*t*hes hatin' see us (Debating, yeah) Hey Jack, play something wack So damn wack, in fact, you wanna smack it back And like the high on crack, everybody out here Wanna react and and act like, in fact, it's phat "I f**ks with that," but they know it's wack Yet they all wanna act like wack is back I don't get it. Next time we kickin' phat f**k them! I'm kicking ass like a hacky sack! Yeah, girl I just wanna tell you From the depths of where my heart used to be You ain't sh*t (b*t*h!) f**k yo b*t*h, suck my d**k Plummeting into a dungeon of nothingness I'm 'bout to suffocate, fearless like Fred Fury Born a legitimate, born to eliminate Spirits around me allow me to levitate Drugs in me [?] that's how I meditate I ain't show up to my funeral, made 'em wait I got the stain on the game that I gotta make (b*t*h!) I know they feeling it Ouija just killing it Look what we did with it Put the sauce on the wicked sh*t (b*t*h!) Y'all should be f**ked, sh*t, b*t*h, c**t, happy we did this sh*t Handzum with a hatchet talk to my elastics Psycho with schematic automatic static Tell me Where do I start, because swearing's an art Hatchetman on my heart means I'm wearing the part We don't care about critics, right there on the charts It's the spot that we bear, it's to claim [?] smart Everywhere that you go, don't be starin' your mart They say juggalos hard, and you know that they are And they know every Card from the second it start They dissect every secret, they checkin' the arc You can see my mug in the CDs that you might purchase or pluck right there coat Or within your [?] was there from the start Blarin' our music and wearin' our art Tearin' through duckets and hearin' the heart We there for a part Caring the hardest is sharing them Cards pu**y like I'm on a hike I'm lost in the pu**y looking for the light I beat up the pu**y like a prison fight I don't like fat pu**y, but I do tonight I'm f**king your butt if the pu**y ain't tight I burn through pu**y like coke in a pipe f**kin' your girl's pu**y's like rockin' the mic sh*t's pu**y, simple as riding a bike I master cuss words that you ain't even heard of yet (Woo! I'm the nature boy!) I'm psycho psychotic, I know how a murder get (b*t*h!) I slaughtered a lot of hoes, but never heard of 'lettes (Woo! I'm the nature boy!) I'm funky and dirty and sick and sleep [?] Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck!) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip (sl*tty d**k!) Mother f**k you, damn sh*t head b*t*h (b*t*h!) Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck!) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip (sl*tty d**k!) Mother f**k you, damn sh*t head b*t*h (b*t*h!) Fearless Fred Fury don't f**king forgive Your feelings ain't foolish, you're lucky to live You need a machine for the heartbeat to give You'd sh*t yourself cryin' and droolin' a bib Fred is no friend of foes I'm stompin' in your nose Set fire to your clothes How come I f**k all your hoes? Lets oot a couple o's Knock off some liquor stores Drink gasoline and smoke SQUEEZE your neck 'til it's broke SQUEEZE your neck 'til you croak Hump her neden until it smoke 'Til her daddy have a stroke (b*t*h!) Own a slab in Roanoke Plus my pad in Okemos Got one in Cuba and Aruba and Compton (West Side Loc) Never let them tell you nope Know your roll, don't ever hope Gotta love yourself If you won't let you love yourself, then just elope Your career's a stale-ass joke Cosby won't cuss, but loved to grope p*ss my pants, let my nuts soak Out my zipper, my d**k poke (Yup!) In London, I'm known as bloke Clean my b*t*h booty with soap Violent J, my f**king loc Got me a lap dance with the pope (b*t*h!) Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck!) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip (sl*tty d**k!) Mother f**k you, damn sh*t head b*t*h (b*t*h!) (Come on!) Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip Mother f**k you- (Ah!) uoy kcuf rehtom Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck!) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip (sl*tty d**k!) Mother f**k you, damn sh*t head b*t*h (Ah!) Cuss words, let 'em roll (f**k c*ck!) Mother f**k sh*t God damn as*h**e (b*t*h fag!) Cuss Words let 'em rip (sl*tty d**k!) Mother f**k you, damn sh*t head b*t*h (Ah!) The Hatchet, mother f**ker, Psychopathic Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah b*t*h!
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