Insane Clown Posse - It Rains Diamonds | Текст песни

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Kill me! Whut! Mutha Facko! Murder Murder! Whut!
I can't fuckin' wait to die! Please murder my mother fuckin' ass off!
Bring it! Cause I'm going to Shangri-Leezy!

Have you ever tried to get thy fuck up out your hole but fall right back inside
Once again denied, have you ever seen people turn into thy devil over money green
Tell me what it means, have you ever been to thy wicked part of town and would you go again
They don't want you in, would you follow me If I knew where it rains diamonds
No more poverty as clean as we can be, yeah

It rains diamonds nightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly, who could miss this so inviting? Come stand mountain top and yell!

Somebody stab my face or something! Kill me!
What thy fuck a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?

Do you like to drink? Would you fuck a girl thy day you met her what you think, on thy kitchen sink

Anybody Killa: Don't you fire it up? Shaggy 2 Dope does this mean you wasted life now-
Anybody Killa: you're completely fucked? ICP: I would differ some.
Hold your hatchet high cause were gonna need 'em when there's fire in thy sky
Together we will die, I can promise this in my Shangri-La you'll have eternal happiness diamonds in thy mist

Diamonds drift upon thy mist of forgetfulness, bringing a peace untold, as I fade away to become what my eyes see, seeing into thy eternity of Shangri-La!

Bitch Slappaz (Hidden Track)

Take it back now... Old school, Bitch Slappin' till the break of dawn, ICP... Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Bitch Slappin' to the early morn'

Six in the morning police at my door
Already gotta slap some more
Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot
Bitch Slap Sarge and his first recruit

I came out the ass, Bitch Slapped some
Grade School High School bitch slap went nuts
I rememeber gettin' baptized by the Reverend
Bitch Slapped the bible out of his hand

The Bitch Slap Master up in the place
I'll bitch slap your train-wrecked face
Don't assume friendliness with fame
I'll bitch slap the sound out your name

They'll call ya, ...... 'cause you're not here
Bitch slapped out the Stratosphere
Mike P did the track, he bitch slapped
Pow for Max straight to the back

Don't lemme show up on TRL
I'm bitch slappin' everybody to hell
I'm Down with the Clown Eastside 'till I'm gone
Yet everybody singin' that Southwest Song

I bitch slap wigs off everyday
I bitch slap old ladies out of my way
Southwest side, Bitch Slap Capital
Every bitch make mothafuckas smackable

For my bitch smack victims, I don't care
I'll bitch slap cowlicks into your hair
Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage
I'll bitch slap your head, brain damage

I bitch slap cheeks red, hangs off
I've been known to slap a mothafuckas pants off
I bitch slap planes out of the sky
I bitch slap truth out of a lie

Call me Shaggy Spy McSlapmore
I bitch slap muthafuckas galore
Say we fake and wanna test the rap
Step yo ass on up and get bitch slapped
What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that? Wicked
Insane Clowns smack your ass to the back
Speakin' of smackin' it's makin' me sick
Everybody's talkin' that smackin' shit
Sayin' they smackin' with the I.C.P.

Just cause I am they wanna be like me

Talkin' that shit you need to leave the place
Knowin' you ain't ever even smacked a face
Claimin' our shit, that's our shit you trashed
Mothafucka we about to smack your ass

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