24 - Insane Clown Posse: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Insane Clown Posse

24

405

De gira

Hardcore Rap

24 fue lanzado el 31 de agosto de 2004 por Psychopathic como parte del álbum Hell's Pit

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumHell's Pit

Fecha de lanzamiento31 de agosto de 2004

Sello discográficoPsychopathic

IdiomaEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM87

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Shaggy 2 Dope

Voces

Violent J

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Joseph Bruce

Autoría

Joseph Utsler

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Esham Smith

Ingeniería de mezcla, Ingeniería

Mike Puwal

Ingeniería de mezcla

Shaggy 2 Dope

Producción

Violent J

Producción, Ingeniería

Letra

Die, bitch! FUCKING DIE!

(All night) find me robbing your jewels

Setting fires, damaging, and breaking into schools

(In the darkness) it's much easier to be heartless

Break the window out the Lincoln and screwdriver start this

Mugging people, dropping on 'em from street lights

Stab them with garden tools or beat 'em with pipes

So don't come out, stay inside, cozy and tucked

And if I'm breaking in, your old lady's gettin' fucked

(All day!) Car jacks, get out the van

As soon as they step out, I pop 'em anyways (BLAM!)

I rob liquor stores with a little .22 hold

I know it's nothing, but it's somethin' when it's bustin' at your nose

(Sunny days!) I hit up the beach with cleats on

And stomp bitches in they ass, trying to tan in they thongs

(All day!) See me fucking hookers at truck stops

And then I kill them, 'cause that's where my buck stops

(All night) I'm wicked and I got the power

Blood sheds on the wall during the witching hour

(In the darkness) see me ride by in an Impala

Dragging some funky ass by the foot and hear him holler

(In the nighttime) I take what's rightfully mine

I run through emergency rooms and sever life lines

Fuck the limelight, I'm the one I need to impress

With a double tip swinging axe chop to your chest

(All day!) I'm selling coke laced joints to little kids

I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin' biz

(In the sunshine!) I've been known to take shots at the po

I'm in the bushes with the camouflage on and rifle scope

(All day!) I'm wicked, I keep it horrifying

Axe murdered some kid and his dad kite flying

I knocked the fucking mailman out on the grass

And burnt holes in his face with a magnifying glass

(All night) I fly like a vampire bat

And murder people telling stories where the campfire's at

(Blame it on the moonlight or blame it on the boogie)

I shot the motherfucking sheriff and his deputy rookie

(When it's dark out) I hit the streets in the shadows

And grab yours and boogie the woogie and stab hoes

Don't even give me a pound when you see this clown

You getting cut the fuck up and chopped the fuck down

(All day!) Catch me picnicking with bitches in the park

Right before I ice pick them in the heart twenty four seven

If it ain't us, it's somebody gettin' bloody

Wicked clowns ain't the only ones nutty, buddy

(Catch me tongue kissing!) A severed head

Catch me burying another bitch dead behind the shed

It doesn't matter, night or day, all around the clock

Violent J and Shaggy chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

You're gonna die!

Written by: Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler

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