Insane Clown Posse - First Day Out Lyrics
Got another funky rhymeAnother funky, funky rhymeGot another funky rhymeAnother funky rhymeAnother funky, funky rhymeAw shit, man, thats the icp!!!This is my jam!!!Im on a psychedelic, mother*****ing inter-gallactic void g!!!Aw, shit!Well, they let the gate up so I bailIts been six months pick me up from the county jailWith a smog mother payin my duesSteel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoesBut I aint nagginHere come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin8 men in the car longAnd the faygo is almost goneMy nuts are kinda hard so I need a mateSo my homeboys cousin set me up with a blind dateShe said pick me up at threeCant *****, the bus dont ride your street, hoWe gonna eat at mexican villageTake a cab and Ill pay the tabAnd when she showed, well, Ill be damnedLeft my wallet at home on the tv standHave her pay him and for dinner tooThe knot in my sock, it done bit youShes all prettied up for nothingIm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffingAnd Im chewing on my food like a pitbullCuz I wont front for the hoStuck my face in a bowl of soupAnd just sucked it all up threw my missin toothThe ***** jumped up with a boomI have to fix my hair and broke to the bathroomShes got the tab, so I go for mineAnd order up some 52 vintage wineHey, louie, bring a *****in steak with thatMother*****ers like jail say ***** datShes back now and her hair aint fixedProbably took a long greasy-ass smelly shitI aint saying nothing thoughI aint saying nothing bout the funkin hoWhats up *****, Im ready to breakHow long can one fat ***** take?Quite snacking and pay me sapsCuz we goin home to meet her pops*So joe, what is that you do for a living?Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks onVerner and springwell. matter fact, I think I soldTo that fat ***** in the kitchen
