January 24, 2011 by Abode Camp in Insane Clown Posse

Just Like That


Jump outta bed, and I head for the grapenuts,
Eat ’em quick, or they soggy, and that sucks,
Try to find a clean pair of socks, and a shirt,
Still sport the same drawers, even though they hurt.
In the fridge there’s a faygo, it tastes ill,
Cuz it’s fatter that a bitch on a big wheel
I got a few moneybacks, and a little change,
So I’m headed to the store, when the phone rings:
"What up, man check it out, I know this bitch,
She gots another friend with her, and her dad’s rich,
If we find us a ride outta Ryne…?,
Garanteed, we can fuck ’em both on the spot!"
Oh shit, lemme call Billy Bill,
I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill,
He ain’t home, fuck, I’ll call Mike Clark,
Cuz I know he can get the fuckin’ Skylark,
He said he can, but he’s broke, and it needs gas,
But I wanna buy this faygo think fast!
I know my brother Jump Steady’s got a few bones,
But that’s goin’ through his shit when he ain’t home!
"Nevermind, J, Legz loned me a ten,
No need to get punched in ya head again,
Tell Mike to scoop me up right away,
And then faygos and neden hoes all day!"
Fuck yeah, throw my pro wings on my feet,
Lock the house, and wait for ’em in the street,
I wish I had a piece of gum, or somethin’, fuck,
My mouth still kinda tastes like grapenuts.
Here they come, nope, it wasn’t them,
Seems like the same cars drivin’ by again,
It pulls up
"Hey, man, you’re outta luck"
"W what’d you say, man?"
BOOM.
fuck.






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