Violent Crimes Lyrics

Violent Crimes lyrics

* later known as the Insane Clown Posse







Violent Crimes of the ICP



Yo J take it away homeboy Lyricaly



The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident



I got more boys than the motha fuckin president



Watchin my back through jack leadin jack



Tryin to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked



By 14 of the hottest motha fuckas on the water bed



ICP fuck a microglycerine



I'll let his backbone pry out his motha fuckin throat



Come across to Detroit throw your ass in a moat



Yo Homeboy you know your in effect



But what about the crimes you aint kicked none yet



On the ramed out streets of the inner city Delray



There once lived a little boy named Violent J



Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of



When he hit 13, motha fucka when violent



Took along yo the crimes that I done



People must understand it wasn't just for fun



When your cold at night and theres nothin to eat



You can give a fuck about another fuckers feed



Growin up stonger one next to me



With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee



Hangin at the stadium just talkin and swearin



Punk walk by laughin at what I was wearin



Prince born walkin around with silver spoons in his mouth



My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it out



Nate the Mack so loud in front of his house



Leanin against his old's drinkin 40's with clouds



Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key



They took it all and left 'em in his BVD's



2 Much and 2 Dope got boomin rides



Took your amp took your tookin snick by nine



Try to told 'em between us and your fresh seet to



Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you



Kid Villian the hustla took the whole damn ride



Didn't notice your girl was still sittin inside



She stayed in the car while you ran in the store



Kid plucked your car and ended up fuckin your whore



Q-Tip look through your window on a monday night



Took your couch big jar everything in site



Sold 'em all for gold cuz my boys are swingin



Stole your mothers raidy rade off her motha fuckin finger



Lay Low sold bullets to your uncle Jim



And the village men wonder why he been gettin so slim



Now he steals from you so at night your lockin



And the money you get goes to Lay Low's pocket



D-Lyrical like a cat sneaks up from behind



Check nine to your spine is what your able to find



That pile yo is cool and calm



That rope around your neck winds up in a pile



Don Juan goes back just askin the fool



Spent more time in jail, then you spent in school



In the LA roles just go make a deal



Stole your little snitches mother fuckin tranin wheels



Pimp, Hustler, Baller, Daddy D



Got more freaks then a skater got teeth



But pimpin pimp daddy is pimpin down river



Can in one had with one to hold the liver



Iron Ranger is the brute of the IC crew



Make kid visiouse look like Little Kid Blue



So battery had to be done to an HP



Simple plan its all so the sucker try to say maybe



Rude Boy, aww shit J tell 'em



HP watchin verner boys swellin



Southwest boys, Juan and Andrew



What the fuck can you do?



The playable unstopable ICP



Boy you can't fade me



Your game is too tuff is what you say



ICP stands for I Can Play



Any game set up by a barn yard hit



Touch a pich fork, and my gun will click



So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for



Fuck you and your mothers a whore



I'm cold blooded all I care about is me and my boyz



And you down with Violent J if your playin my noise



Yo J you know your cold fuckin it up



D-Lyrical lyricaly adjust the currupt



Word D, the inner city delray is jumpin



With what ya put out cuz your shit is bumpin



Man HP's over there in that car



Before we fuck 'em up lets tell 'em who they are



Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs



Ain't down with gang bangin only down with milkin cows



Hipple Park ain't shit I'll be the first to get with it



Droppin hoe's over there in a New York minute



They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead



Whent he Barn yard hoe's look like Uncle Jed



Now I'm ready to whip some ass



Cuz in Detroit we don't play that



Hand me a bat