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Wtf!
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Hip-Hop
Wtf! was released on February 15, 2019 by Psychopathic as a part of the album Fearless Fred Fury
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Release DateFebruary 15, 2019
LabelPsychopathic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
This kid Freddy is just as good as any other kid in the world right now
What can a kid do?
Plenty (plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty)
So we're gonna build a wall to keep the aliens out, huh?
The fuckin' long way home's the safer route, huh?
The kids are dyin', starvin' from the drought
They found a dead girl with her brains dug out, huh?
They executed the wrong man the other day (again?)
They checked his DNA after, it wasn't him
Another nuclear disaster mass toll, haha
Some asshole dropped his wrench off the scaffold
Not all the little kid's body was in the grave
Her head was missin', later found in a microwave
The world's a giant battle royale of turmoil
Pillages on each other's villages and burning oil
The heat increases, the brain bakes
How much more pressure can it take?
I'm shakin', how much weight 'til it gives way and breaks?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
Why is it a wonderful thing like livin'
On this beautiful planet we've been given? (So fucked up)
So a bullshit hooker ass-kickin', coke-sniffin' joke graduates
To throat-slittin' and committin' rapes
It escalates but they catch him 'til he escapes
He takes the bracelets off, slips 'em and breaks
Half (half) the country are closet racists
Disgraces hidin' their demon faces
Concealin' their horns and pitchforks
Satanic bitch whores and devil dorks
The government tells you, "Milk is good for the bones"
When all it really gives you is bones
It don't make 'em hard, it makes 'em soft
Just cut out the middleman and blow my head off
The heat increases, the brain bakes
How much more pressure can it take?
I'm shakin', how much weight 'til it gives way and breaks?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
Why is a wonderful thing like livin'
On this beautiful planet we've been given (so fucked up)?
So that church is full of that bullshit, donor
You just paid for Viagra, the preacher's boner
And he didn't buy it for his sweet wife Judy, nah
He rather some of that little boy booty (ha-ha)
So they can install a breathalyzer in your car
And they can have drunks up the streets tomorrow
They can have health care and cure cancer and AIDS
But fuck that shit, every one of them pays
The prisons are too crowded, huh? Fresh
Butt rapist out in two months or less, huh
And if he's on his best behavior like he oughta
He's out even quicker to slaughter your daughter
The heat increases, the brain bakes
How much more pressure can it take?
I'm already shakin', how much weight 'til it gives way and breaks?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
Why is a wonderful thing like livin'
On this beautiful planet we've been given? (So fucked up)
Fuck (so fucked up)
Fuck (so fucked up)
Fuck
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
(Hope-h-hope-hopefully I'll get popped off soon with any luck)
So fucked up
So fucked up, so fucked up, so fucked up, so fucked up
So fucked up, so fucked up, so fucked up, so fucked up
So fucked up, so fucked
Written by: Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler
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