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Insane Clown Posse Bone

bone HE GOT THE BONE! I hit the gas and I'm swerving in and out of my lane Coppers on my tail, I'm driving like I'm insane Old man in the street crossing

bone HE GOT THE BONE! I hit the gas and I'm swerving in and out of my lane Coppers on my tail, I'm driving like I'm insane Old man in the street crossing

bone HE GOT THE BONE! I hit the gas and I'm swerving in and out of my lane Coppers on my tail, I'm driving like I'm insane Old man in the street crossing

and two is tellin stories Bout beatin down niggas for the glory Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town Everybody gettin high tryin hard to clown

of Hell We overthrew him, stabbed him with a cross And cut off his tail And so it's ours, we freed everybody Now it's an army Rotted bones or not

wicked But cheaper on the light bill It all starts with a thick rope Make a noose and I'm gone Stretch out my neck bone Minutes left I think about my

at first, and then I went and confessed But they put me in a home, my arm still wouldn't leave me alone Finally had to chew it off at the bone [Violent

you might have 10 You might have a finger growing out of your chin Here at the carival you cant go wrong It donsent it matter if your neck bone is 3

chin I be fucking them business hoes that jock from them interns up to the presidents wife Now Shelly ain't famous but I still put'em in a bone through