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Insane Clown Posse – Is That You? lyrics

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you

I drink Faygo, it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
'Cause I'm with that kinky s***, hoe
I can see you butt, naked in your window

Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the I-C-P, yo, I got me a checklins cashing

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut
'Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown s*** about?

A knife to your neck
And your throat's hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate woohoo

Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent, Violent J is gonna tell ya something

If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that s***
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for?
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for

The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said, drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside

You driving me home, well, I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the Centaur
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock never slacking, hoes I be macking

Violent J serving ghetto hard street s***
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s***
The funk from the old days

Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know, I been to Mount Plen
As I've been to Romeo, meow, meow

Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch call your mother 'cause you're done with

Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping?

And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
'Cause it really don't matter, I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day 'cause it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said, ?It was motherfucker?

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know, I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit, hi-hit it
Hitting home rums and never wimp, ho

Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut fifty foot like a Super Soaker
But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke

Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya

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