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Listen to Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3 by Insane Clown Posse
ALBUMForgotten Freshness, Vol. 3Insane Clown Posse
Listen to Insane Clown Posse Essentials featuring Insane Clown Posse
PLAYLISTInsane Clown Posse EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Gangsta Boo
Gangsta Boo
Vocals
Jamie Madrox
Jamie Madrox
Vocals
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Monoxide
Monoxide
Vocals
Shaggy 2 Dope
Shaggy 2 Dope
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Jamie Madrox
Jamie Madrox
Songwriter
Joseph Francis Bruce
Joseph Francis Bruce
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter
Lola Mitchell
Lola Mitchell
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Paul Methric
Paul Methric
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I choke... nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen... Fucking go!! I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Nooo!!) Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!! (That shit's wack... aight, fuck that... aight, hold up... aight, c'mon... WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!) I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all Fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid... (Noooo!!) We used to--we used to-- We used to rob for them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's gold cane If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand Ready to make a stand Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane They be looking with a migraine While I catch a drain And you know it's a fucking shame When you in this game Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros Automatic with the carrier Silence on the barrier Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy! We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close We the clique that don't play Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J And bury it away I'm on the spree Killing for free Without a conscience Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick Or get your neck slit I'm having these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead We 50-deep on the lawn With the Psychopathic leathers on You say it's on So come bring it on We getting crunk at your funerals Treat us like we criminals We juggalo individuals We just another crazy clique ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six All up in this bitch And we running shit We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya Taking care of ya We scarier Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein Choking anybody I find I'm taking mine You mothafuckas can't get near it Cause you fear it Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya Listen...(slllllooooppppp!!) Ya hear that, slut? That was me... pulling this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, "fuck y'all!!" I stab bitches with a chainsaw We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up We tearing clubs up, down south from the D Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Joseph Bruce, Joseph Ustler, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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