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Panic Mode
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Hardcore Rap
Panic Mode was released on April 1, 2015 by Psychopathic as a part of the album Reindeer Games
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Release DateApril 1, 2015
LabelPsychopathic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Killjoy Club
The Killjoy Club
Performer
Michael "Seven" Summers
Michael "Seven" Summers
Programming
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Kuma
Kuma
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Michael "Seven" Summers
Michael "Seven" Summers
Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode
Strobe lights yeah, psychedelic yellow hair
Wiggin' out watch me slaughter every fellow here
It's my dads fault, gone off that bath salt
Tear the club up, peace my beast down to the asphalt
You can have the cash vault, 'cause I don't want it
I'm a comet burnin' through space, micro-atomic
Like an asteroid headed straight for the city
The only way to calm me is the milk of a titty
**** just went off in panic mode, high up off that antidote
Take that coke way up the nose, crack yo head like a cantaloupe
Hater I'm a cannibal but I don't eat bitches
They can eat my dick up til they jeans need stitches
I'm a Juggalo doe, been been a Juggalo
Scale-A-Ton sinner til the fuckin' world blow
Even after that I'm still fuckin' outta control
Outer space kickin' fuckin' E.T alien asshole ninja
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode
Shitty shitty bang bang - that's how my guns go
They barely workin', they jerk, I'm havin' fun doe
I shoot at fat people because they run slow
I shot both your legs off, you're done hoe
Am I on a killing spree, did I calculate this?
I'm in Panic Mode and you pal, made me miss
Wether I'm a scrub or not, tonight I'm juggernaut
Panic Mode! And all you fucking suckers gettin' shot
I run up in a bank, I'm lookin' for the bank
I'm tryin' to get whatever, I can get the **** spanked
I'm outta control, I'm losing it bro
I'm looking for the money, ain't looking for no hoe
I'm looking for the bread, I'm lookng for the cheese
I'm looking for them dead presidents, you believe
I'm outta control, I'm losing it bro
I'm slippin' slippin' slippin', I'm off in Panic Mode
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode
I-I-I don't give a fuck about nobody (about nobody)
Nobody give a fuck about you (you)
Everytime I panic it's a problem (problem, problem!)
I don't wanna think about all o' the damage that I'm gonna do
Lookin' around at the faces of all the people that I wanna kill
Incapable of coming down and I'm looking around for my little red pills
Killin's a thrill, people are dying, I fire at will
Still, it ain't no limit to the ill of my Panic Mode
I'm all out for losin' control and breakin' them necks
And catchin' a charge on a bitch
It's the city so serious, it's so damn ridiculous
The six is up in me, the devil you get it
I came for gold hoe, caught 'em at the backdoor
Hit 'em with da pistol, stupid motherfucker now you know
Weak lil slow bitch, this'll happen
Wild like cave men, please don't panic
Me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my Triple 6 friends, Triple 6 friends
Where did I go, where did I go?
Panic mode
Written by: Brian Bukantis, Joseph Bruce, Michael Summers
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