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Thy staleness Lyrics

Thy staleness by Insane Clown Posse  

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Thy staleness Let me see your throught thing there buddy, I'ma Chop it, see the idea is to
make
you die -(Stop it)- I dont know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to
cut you off at the wind pipe desperately -(Like, how about cuttin' your own
neck)- I did, seventen times, why you think i talk like this? Before i cut
myself / This Was My Voice/ now gimme your neck pipe, you dont have no f**kin'
choice -(Im not ready to die)- neither was Easy -E, whut makes you so f**kin'
special you can escape the wrath -(You mean the Wraith) - I said Wraith, now
shut the f**k up, and wind pipe so I can cut that mother f**ker -(Pick
somebody else) - Im pickin' anybody i can find, and you happen to be the next
mother f**ker in line -(Ok let's do it) - Keep still right there and about 1,
2, 3 of those mother f**kers i'm outta here

Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB
Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta / YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. Let me
make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB / Its like / Murdering be
giving me a calm / I need ta (Ah ha... Whut kind of circus is this)

How you gonna give me a straight jacket when Im crooked? Took it and shook it,
ripped it and unzipped it and waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray,
jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys
and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out the window, Then
i turned around and went back inside, once i realized i could of grabbed a gang
of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another f**kin' gaurd shot me, I played the whole
movie sh*t off like "You got me" . Laid there playin' dead and when he checked
my pockets I jabbed my f**kin' thumb knuckle in his eye socket. By now there
was guards everywhere, Im steady cuttin' off heads, surfin' on a wheel chair,
and too many bullets finally put me away... But was it the real Violent J?

Let me make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB
Its like / Murdering be giving me a calm / I need ta / YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. Let me
make the pain be gone / I wanna / STAB, STAB, STAB / It kills the pain, ahe its
the only thing that kills the pain im sorry!
Im so sorry that Im so stale... Im so sorry Im stale. But still I gotta murder
your face... man Im sorry Im stale. Im so sorry that Im so stale... Im so sorry
Im stale. But still I gotta murder your face... man Im sorry Im stale.



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