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Psychopathic (Radio Edit)
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Insane Clown Posse
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The ghettos of America are breading grounds for the criminal minded As for years they've killed one another off, and America has enjoyed its creation Well now those ghetto-minded criminals have crossed the line into your neighborhood, and will soon give you a taste of the hell that they have lived for so long So, Pops, this time it's your son who gets shot Deal with your own creation Well, I've been to the stone house and it suckеd Payed my debts but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school 'causе I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might say something on the street I don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me But still show respect Or I'ma swell your mouth up, redneck Tell the pigs I did it I'll pull your spine out your back, and beat you in the head with it And keep your freak in place Or I'ma send her home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hatin' chicks Sometimes I'll do 'em like I do them hicks 'Less I'm in the sack Workin' so hard, I almost broke my back Sellin' out the house and you come up short I might blow your funky self off my front porch And the sight'll make ya sick I thought you knew, punk, I'm psychopathic Yeah, yeah Psychopathic
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