Insane Clown Posse - Explosions | Текст песни

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(What What type of man)

I plant bombs in my lawn but
For ATF who think I’m wrong
Pistol crossbow in each arm
Explosive intervals cant keep calm
I want me Wit an RPG
so much smoke you can hardly see
bodily harm for your moms
mountain acid gon burn down the fog

What types of man to come with these atrocities
I can feel the heat its all around me
Laying here in the street my chest exploding feeling down never knowing why

(Radio: The post office was the location for a random bombing that happened at 2:30…)

(What kind of man)

I build pipe bombs with duct tape
Fill with gunpowder

That’s all it takes
Get me a wick
Long or quick
And when it blows
Molecules split
Mushroom cloud
A boom so loud
I took out the crowd
I’m so proud
Connect these wires
Twist with plyers
I’m sick and a coward
The ones who admire

What types of man to come with these atrocities
I can feel the heat it’s all around me
Laying here in the street my chest exploding out feeling down with never knowing why

(what type of man)

Rainforest jungles
Deserty sands
Downtown with buildings
I’ll stake your land
Plastic explosives
My specialty
You’ll lose a limb
Fuckin’ with me

Batteries they come
Cables and sensors
Right on they neck kid
There go my answers

FBI wanna take me down
two to my chest my heart no longer pounds

What types of man to come with these atrocities
I can feel the heat it’s all around me
laying here in the street my chest exploding out feeling down

with never knowing why