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Pass Me By Lyrics

Pass Me By by Icp  

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Pass Me By ** Does this excite you? Think about it!
Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can conceive any
structure to compare to the mansion above.
Won't hat 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
being moved out of it. It will be yours
forever. **

I got shot, Bah! 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 Rinekeys,
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 mama got clown luv.
Japanese, Lebenese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and Southwest ghetto cheese. (woo woo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers,
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers.
I see my old homie, he died in a drag,
Chillin with two b**ches, "What up, Shagz?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk,
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even f**k with it.
And to think, I always been afraid to die,
But I ain't never goin back, to wonder why.
(Chorus:)
We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry.
Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no.
(end chorus)
(chorus)
I was born. First they threw me in a sh*tpile.
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while.
I got dissed on, p**sed 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 b**ches non stop.
No water, it's Faygo on tap,
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt crack wit' it,
Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid,
I got a five story funhouse with a maid,
And she walks 'round wit' her titties hangin' out,
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off. (woo woo)
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 p**sed 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)
(chorus)
(intro bit)
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin' hey,
Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way.
And a roman candle stickin' in ya butthole,
that's where the greedy stank mothaf**kas go.
This is our hell now, we livin' in it,
But this bullsh*t'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)
And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend,
He's chillin' up there, paid, gettin' 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.
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' sh*t, lemme tell ya somthin',
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin'.
(chorus)



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