The Stalness by Insane Clown Posse
featuring Esham
Intro: Violent J
The Time has come for the blood to run into
the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
long
And like animals we kill each other for the
hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the
rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our life in
our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments children
And the streets smell of death
maybe then we will see our situation in a new
light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto
and an end to the killings
Verse one: ViolentJ
Heard whats going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the
break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming
with me
That's straight when we team up
cause I believe every throat deserves a good
cut
Look in my brain its fucking insane
roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
out
My list are strong its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know
what is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
Cause i know the rich go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes, axe to the
nogging
About 30 or 40 times, psychodelic sick with the
psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!
Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}
(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you
up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a
muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
tracks}
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV, they
showing psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya calling me a homeless hobo,
while I'm laying on my suede couch listening
to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}
{Finally catch ya on the block,
take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk
bitch}
(Stroll to the banquet party)
{Drank all they brew}
(Then shot everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last
long)
{Thought we'd kill each other off,
didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})
Verse three: Jump Steady
In Detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
fear
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