Video Musik

Video Musik

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Producer
Mike E. Clark
Mike E. Clark
Producer

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Yeah, I mean, I hear what you're sayin'
I mean, you got carried away in the moment
And I could forgive you, I could do that
I could do anythin' if I wanted
I could buy you a Lexus truck
With a white leather interior (I could)
I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit
Just to make you a fur coat
I could love you, and treat you with class (yeah)
And have babies fallin' all out your ass
But thinkin' about that, I feel I'd rather kill you
('Cause I got you in my car, and you ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you're dead)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies (hey)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies
I could take all the face paint off
And get a real job workin' for your dad (I could)
I would rather take a ten-pound axe
And stick it in your daddy's forehead (and how?)
I could let you move into my house (oh, yeah)
You'd fuck the neighbour every time I go out
And wipe his nut on my pillow (oh) but I think I'd rather kill you
('Cause we parked all alone in this here dark alleyway, hey)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies (hey)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies
I'm the one who killed your precious cat
And stuffed him in your fuckin' mailbox
If I only hadn't cut off my hair
I'd choke you with all my dreadlocks
When I scream at the moon every night (hey, hey!)
You should have known somethin' just ain't right
'Cause I'm goin' to slap you (bitch) and then I'm goin' to kill you
('Cause the moon told me to, and it's watchin' us right now)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies (hey)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies
I could go back to school instead, and try to get my diploma (I know)
I'd much rather bang your head on the wall, until you fall into a coma
'Cause I can't get you out of my head
I'd cut my head off, but then I would be dead
And I ain't the only motherfucker that's dyin'
So, let's just die together
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass (ah!)
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies (let's just die together)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass (ah, yeah)
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies (let's just die together)
I'd rather cut that neck in half (me and you)
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass (I'll kill you, but)
I'd rather chop and never stop (can you explain?)
Because you fucked my homies (let's just die together)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass (wicked clown, told you)
I'd rather chop and never stop (I'm gonna kill you)
Because you fucked my homies (and tonight we'll die together)
Written by: Bob Dylan
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