Insane Clown Posse (icp) - First Day Out Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - First Day Out

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 First Day Out

 Got another funky rhyme

 Another funky rhyme

 Another funky, funky rhyme

 Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!

 This is my jam!!!

 I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!

 Aw, shit!

 Well, they let the gate up so I bail

 It's been six months pick me up from the county jail

 With a smog mother payin' my dues

 Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes

 But I ain't naggin'

 Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'

 8 men in the car long

 And the Faygo is almost gone

 My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate

 So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date

 She said "Pick me up at three"

 Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho

 We gonna eat at Mexican Village

 Take a cab and I'll pay the tab

 And when she showed, well, I'll be damned

 Left my wallet at home on the TV stand

 Have her pay him and for dinner too

 The knot in my sock, it done bit you

 She's all prettied up for nothing

 I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing

 And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull

 Cuz I won't front for the ho

 Stuck my face in a bowl of soup

 And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth

 The bitch jumped up with a boom

 "I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom

 She's got the tab, so I go for mine

 And order up some '52 vintage wine

 Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that

 Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat

 She's back now and her hair ain't fixed

 Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit

 I ain't saying nothing though

 I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho

 What's up bitch, I'm ready to break

 How long can one fat bitch take?

 Quite snacking and pay me saps

 Cuz 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 on

 Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold

 to that fat bitch in the kitchen"