Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

Insane Clown Posse (ICP) - Pass Me By lyrics

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imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
 compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go
 to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it
 it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out
 of it. It will be yours forever."

 [Shaggy 2 Dope]
 I got shot  ah!, the murder was heinous
 The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
 And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
 Flash, I woke up in a parking lot
 And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys
 With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
 I look around I can't believe that it's possible
 I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival
 I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of
 Everybody and they momma got clown luv
 Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,
 Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)
 Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
 Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers
 I see my old homey, he died in a drag
 Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
 And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
 I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it
 And to think, I always been afraid to die
 But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.

 [Chorus (2x)]
 We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
 Even though most never try
 I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no

 [Violent J]
 I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile
 I dealt with it, and lived there for a while
 I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
 Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
 Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top
 Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
 No water, it's Faygo on tap
 I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
 Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid
 I got a five story funhouse with a maid
 And she walks around with her titties hanging out
 And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)
 I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
 Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E
 Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
 We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt
 There's no fights, it's a perfect match
 Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch
 And to think, I've always been afraid to die
 But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.

 [Chorus (2x)]

 [Violent J]
 Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
 Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way
 And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole
 That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go

 [Shaggy 2 Dope]
 This is all hell now, we livin' in it
 But this bullshit'll be over in a minute
 Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes
 New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)

 [Violent J]
 And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend
 He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends
 He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad
 He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad

 [Shaggy 2 Dope]
 And for those who ain't down for the next man
 Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can
 And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something
 Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming

 [Chorus (2x)]

 "Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
 imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
 to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live
 in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,
 it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out
 of it. It will be yours forever."

 [Chorus (10x
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Great Milenko (1997)

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