Bass In Yo Face - INZO

IN YO FACE! (Something special!) Something special for you in yo face, BIATCH! (Go get em, boys) IN YO FACE! (Something special!) Exclusive! For you! Something exclusive! I pop out the box, swing on a spring Big Violent J wit the axe out, SHING! Trouble we bring, a juggalo thing Wicked clown wit tha boom bow bang IN YO FACE! Smash through the glass as the fireworks blast Shaggy the clown here to murda some ass I be the strangala! Known coast to coast And I turn any thug into a ghost (IN YO FACE!) Some scream juggalo only when it's convenient And no they don't mean it We sick of bein lenient Step yo ass back before the hatchet attacks And you catch a few hacks from the axe (IN YO FACE!) I crawl like a tarantula on my toes and thumbs Born to the carnies, gypsies and bums I spit my raps and tongues Over voodoo drums Bitch wicked shit this way comes IN YO FACE! For you! Something special (For you!) We got you covered homie Something exclusive (For you!) IN YO FACE! For you! Something special (For you!) We got you covered homie Something exclusive (For you!) (We got it!) I was fuckin' this slut up in her dirty ass Threw the rubber out the window as we drove past Funny thing, I see you standin' on the grass And it fuckin' stuck to your mustache (IN YO FACE!) Bang to the pow, wang to the mouth Boom go tha wicked clowns southwest style From Pluto to your anus, we underground famous For doom and 808 bass booms (IN YO FACE!) I shook the hand of Satan wit a cross in my palm Burnt all the flesh all the way up his arm I wasnt scared, I was giddy to do it Then I lopped his head off and threw it (IN YO FACE!) Insane Clown Posse never gonna fade Helped yo ass get laid back in 8th grade Many years pass and we still top grade Blowin' up like a hand grenade IN YO FACE! For you! Something special (For you!) We got you covered homie Something exclusive (For you!) IN YO FACE! For you! Something special (For you!) We got you covered homie Something exclusive (For you!) We got this! Billy Bill, Jumpsteady, and Nate The Mack Down till the end n never take it back I'd die for the hatchet, the psychopathic records boys bump-in Wicked shit thumpin (IN YO FACE!) They all wanna kill us but we already dead And if they think we'll ever die, they severely mislead Phonies out there posin' as juggalos But they see it as a demographic to push what have it IN YO FACE! Neden- if u aint down wit that fuck off! I like gettin my dick sucked, jacked off and salad tossed Ugly hoes, fine hoes, none go to waste But for you, herpe methhead anus (IN YO FACE!) Mike E. Clark can make the street pound legs Downin, all around is surround sound One fuck up and the other one down, Fuckin throwin up the wicked clown IN YO FACE! For you! Something special (For you!) We got you covered homie Something exclusive (For you!) IN YO FACE! For you! Something special (For you!) We got you covered homie Something exclusive (For you!) We got this! For you! For you! For you! We got this! For you! For you! For you! IN YO FACE!

A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So, he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts, I mean specifically, chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words Of reckoning and calculating I'm not saying that thinking is bad Like everything else, It's useful in moderation A good servant, but a bad master And all so-called civilized peoples Have increasingly become crazy and self-destructive Because, through excessive thinking They have lost touch with reality That's to say We confuse signs With the real world This is the beginning of meditation Most of us would have Rather money than tangible wealth And a great occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed And to read about it the next day in the newspaper Is oddly more fun for us than the original event This is a disaster For as a result of confusing the real world of nature with mere signs We are destroying nature We are so tied up in our minds that we've lost our senses Time to wake up What is reality? Obviously no one can say Because it isn't words It isn't material, that's just an idea Reality is The point cannot be explained in words I'm not trying to put you down It's an expression of you as you are One must live We need to survive, to go on We must go on