Текст (слова) песни: Insane Clown Posse - 17 Dead

 
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down 
But you know you can`t paint a frown on a clown 
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system 
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him 
Am I in a southwest street gang? 
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin` nuts hang? 
But do you care 
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn`t no where 
And what about the time I got fucked 
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin` sucked 
But you news wouldn`t know me 
You could give a fuck less never the less unless 
Something happened in your suburbs 
I`m a cut your daddy`s neck, you little fuckin` nerd 
I don`t give a fuck where you`re from boy 
So don`t tell me cuz I don`t give a fuck 
It`s all about what`s going on in your head 
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead 
 
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you 
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead 
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you 
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead 
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection 
 
I woke up next to a dead body 
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed 
Strap on my kicks and step out my room 
Cuz somehow there`s another stiff in the bathroom 
Dead fucks all over the grass 
I`m a kick somebody in they dead ass 
Quick to make a left on Jefferson 
And I noticed there`s another stiff riding shotgun 
Am I just seeing things? No. 
Is your mother a soggy ho? 
I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties 
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies 
But I`m straight with that 
Just don`t be leaving your guts in my car n` shit 
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight 
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day 
I gotta wonder if they do 
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too 
I can`t do much, but they can 
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man 
I`m gonna swim in they blood shed 
Justi-justify the seventeen dead 
 
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you 
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead 
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you 
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead 
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection 
 
Yeah, dead bodies man 
They ain`t so bad 
I mean they`re all over in the 
Streets n shit ya know 
But they don`t be fuckin` with you 
They just lay there dead as shit 
I mean they tasted kinda straight 
With a little mustard, man 
Yeah, much worse 
 
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire 
All seventeen on fire 
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death 
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath 
Look at you makes me go baddy 
Motherfucker don`t be nothing like your daddy 
Cuz he`s nothing but a redneck hoe 
Him and his kind created this ghetto 
They can deal with they own creation 
Move out farther, suburb vacation 
But it don`t work like that 
Knock at your door and it`s me running slug bat 
I`m a stick it to your fuckin` nugget 
About seventeen times and you`re gonna love it motherfucker 
Drive down my street 
And stare at the folks who can`t make end`s meat 
You don`t know now but that`s the plan 
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man 
Take that to your golden bed 
Cuz I`m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead 
 
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you 
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead 
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you 
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead 
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection 
 
Well, ya know Violent J`s kinda wicked 
If there`s a booger in my nose I`m a pick it 
And flick it in your eye like you ain`t jack 
And stomp my boots on your nutsac 
 
Well, I`m Shaggy and I`m in the house 
You don`t think so, I`ll put a brick in your mouth 
Can`t nobody flex on a nutty clown 
I got boys down river straight hick town 
 
Well, ya know I`m coming straight from the trailor park 
That`s me out front working on the Skylark 
I`m waiting on a check, I don`t cut the grass 
And my woman`s got babies falling all out her ass 
 
I`ll be running with the carnival until I`m eighty 
And tonight I`m going out with the fat lady 
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty 
But I ain`t saying shit about a wooden titty
 

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