1.Intro
Here we are. This is the calm before the storm. We off the track
now. That means we're heading into
brand new unknown territorys y'all. We into the crop circles, It
says time waits for no mutahfuckin'
body. After this short calm, a vicious storm will arrive. A
horendously wicked storm. Lighting bolts
so powerful they set fire to water. Thunder loud enogh to
shatter brick walls. And it's headin' right
towards us all. We call this storm The Tempest. Tornados of
fire, being chased by enormus tidal waves.
The tempest. Tearing down forests into feilds reveiling crop
circles. The Tempest. Who will be left,
Who will still be around in the end. The Tempest. Who will
survive long enough to join us for the new
dawn. ICP is rollin' over.
2.Rollin' Over
Rolin' over, Hell muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight
to your muthafuckin' face. Rollin'
over. I look up ther's still so far to go？ Wicked clowns got
that real shit. What up though.
I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegesies,
got a shiny ass V on my cheast wut up
i'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your
bitch headless i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we the baddest
here to sever your melon it's wicked
shit that we sellin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a
bitch slap now nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the
walls shaggy 2 dope in this muthafucka.
You talkin through your but cause silence is for suckers. So i'm
out there throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare like a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody
wicked like me i do this terrifically
and my mutahfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree so clown
love bitch, I seen it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour clown love in your city.
Rollin' over, i look up there's still so far to go, so much
time, Rollin over, I look up there's
still so far to go, it's yo time, Rollin over, I look up there's
still so far to go, so much time,
Rollin' over, I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time
for your mind.
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm blowin' red lights
and bet i'm blowin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outlaw. painted up and packin the
bombs I stomp preps in the streets and
sound fire alarms bitch run for your life we keep it wicked and
scary, and we welcome to our world
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire balls through
brick walls and got a thre foot dick for
all your chick jaws. Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle
someone, maybe it's accustom gotta
get it done, I live like that spirits haunting me like that, i'm
lost in the ougi board ain't never
comin back. ou, ou
3.Rosemary
Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this
dress code bitch. i can dance
muthafucka. i can daaannncccee.
i'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so
i'm checkin the ground behind a
nightclub, i can hear the bump outside i hear em' laughin' and
drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and
i'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, i don't know where my meds
went, they been spent and i'm bent, i
don't remember yesterday at all, i'm barkin at the moon as i'm
pissin' on the wall, people grippin'
new cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a
few yards i'm like a bad man, holdin'
out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and
i'm blackin' out just about to lose
all hope, i was peerin through the window of a nightclub
scopin', and there she was everything i
planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she
did the twirl and she shook it some
more she's ruby. She made me happy i tried to refrain I walk off
but then i run right back i'm at it
again she's callin'
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van
and punched full throttle right back
to the spot then i waited to get her, but when she came out, she
had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem,
hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary freind gone
have to leave me alone cause this really
goin' down i feel it pullin me home knowin i'm a wicked clown i
gotta throw it down, she pulled in her
and her fuck ass strolled in, i hit the pipe again and jump out
the stolen, jumpin through back yards
clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go theres a
throat slingin', and the way she danced
split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games i'm on
the side of her house lookin in through
the back den and there she was with him again dancin'
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked,
cinder block, clown paint, i came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie,
i'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come
the punk bout to get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the
back of the head, he dropped the wine
but i caught him in time i had to take his life with a steak
knife, i washed it off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice i'm comin bitch you want an olive or
somethin' i'm fuckin' straight out the
streets but i'm down with some frontin' i wanna tango, but
instead i'm still outside the club and it's
all in my head.
4.Crop Circles
5.Deadbeat Moms
6.We'll Be Alright
No Luck, Got Stuck
They comin to reap on my truck
Big Bills, Shit Kills
No Pills and i'm out of Refills
She dissed, I missed
I'm having problems dodging these fists
They chasing me, they wanna lock me up
I'm surrounded by thugs who wanna sock me up
I can't stand it, I'm stranded
I can't find a home on this planet
I fuck theater, I can't get up
My own ladies tearing my shit up
I missed quoata, i turned shoulders
they all lockin me out, its gettin colder
but im ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm; i know in the long run
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
Mad Pills, Drink spills
black out at night, my hands kill
wake naked, can't take it
yo, wrap me up in that blanket
no bail, i fell
i'm on the right track, derailed
house stales, i'm in the county orange
and my kids' life's been torn
welfare, no healthcare
every mother fucker out for they self here
weird thoughts, life's tough
but i'm a hustler and know how to bluff
no cash, no past
i got dogs bouty huntin my ass
but its ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm cause in the long run
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
wrong turn, got burned
and the mother fuckers still aint learned
denied, no reply
but i been known to retry
they hate me, im scary
they waiting at the cemetery
grim reaper creeping on me
hound doggin
i got a chemical splashin my noggin
i get lonesome, and then bones come
they got warrents in effect and im on some
i aint healthy, cant help me
i aint wealthy, look wat they dealt me
straight straggler, brown bagger
juggalo gang bang cant tag her
and its ok, i just move on
ill survive it all
cause i know in the long run
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(it aint no thang)
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
7.Like It Like That
8.Off the Track
I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me
Ive murdered everybody i need some switches for me
Take me some place nobody ever knew existed
Gone like the missle that missed it and gone balistic
Its floatin on anyone caught in the way
Im falling through the future while your back in the day
And no that, theres a storm comin brewin up ahead
Black rain as hot as it can get
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles
For fifty three miles
We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles
I caught a shootin star
Inside a peanut butter jar
We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars
We draw crop circles
The ＊＊＊＊ sky purples
Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful
Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though
We keep it juggalo
We underground and more
Rockin shows in my underwear
Never been the one to care
Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer
I make the rainest
But the joker cards is forever famous
But who can blame us
The carnival became us
Im sleepin in the clouds leaving through the night sky
I fantasize let you see something beyond your eyes
I seen the galaxy ate lucky charms off the milkyway
But tommorow gonna be the day
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night
You gotta meet me to believe me
And meet me to achieve me
And vision through your third eye to even try to see me
Im to dramatic
Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic
Im on your TV screen talkin through the static
Im on the beaches of Afghanistan
Talkin to the reefer man
Caught in a avalanche and dont need an ambulance
Come with me ill show you how to relax
Dark Carnival wagons is flying off the tracks
So cmon
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music.
For the
juggalo nation of serial killas. World Wide.
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