Blam! Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

Blam! Lyrics

    You don't know how we do things
    Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit
    I'ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench
    I'm gonna crack this fuckin kid in the skull
    Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things
    You shut the fuck up
    Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit
    I'm one of them motherfuckers
    Don't fuck with me
    I'm warning you what the
    Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker
    Shut, shut up
    I transcend
    And get you through the grape vines
    Rappers is dime a dozen
    Like your cars and train times
    This is the shit
    I'm not the ordinary prick
    I holla it, step back jack
    Or collide with two fist blam!
    To your chin blam!
    To your skull
    Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising
    From here to reno pesky like a mosquito
    Tougher than scarface so call me al pacino
    Wishing like skeeto to meet the beatles
    Eating some frito's a cool cat daddy like chester cheeto
    Chanting like the santo domingo
    Munks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetary
    Met a girl named carrie
    She told me she loved me and it's scary
    Like chuck berry i string funky guitars
    Swoopin down on brothers like they were far better
    Deal caps get peeled
    Raps get dealed and dealt
    Twelve inches keep spinning
    Turntables with felt
    Now give a little cut can you
    That's enough cause i represent a style
    That be fuckin tough and built like a tonka truck
    Because i take abuse and keep on
    Survival of the fittest, first rule of the strong
    I'm not made by nabisco, but i drink cisco
    When i go to hardee's i always order me a frisco
    Combo meal $2.95 oh what a deal
    Would you like that supersized for 35 cents?
    For real? ok go ahead just don't do no hockin on my bread
    Can i substitute my drink with a milkshake instead?
    Yes sir, your total comes to $14.88
    Who i'm tryin to feed, michigan state?
    Can you relate?
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Clap on, clap off like the clapper
    I'm such a hotstepper
    Drinkin some dr. pepper
    With my nigga jed he's the wrecker
    Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
    Now tell me mufuckas what you came to do
    I came to bring the skills
    And try to pay the phone bills
    I saw jack and jill
    Doin the nasty at the top of the hill
    Comic books, and bitches is the shit that i dig
    I don't wanna grow up cause i'm a toys r us kid
    I get lost in space like will robinson, danger!
    Call on the dragon sword cause i'm a mighty morphin power ranger
    Hitting on the scene with karate kicks
    Odin on the sugar with the pixie sticks
    And a big ol' fat glass of grape kool-aid
    Chillin with senior citizens enjoyin the shade
    Stayin paid couting the big old wad of cash
    Hittin on the scene like jumpin jack flash
    I dash some pepper, achoo it made me sneeze
    Always itchin my balls like i have some type of fleas
    Oh baby please, what you see's is what you get
    A goof ball with long hair growin wild like a chia pet
    We just met, you know how i come across
    As i enforce, sweatier than intercourse
    Spicier that hot sauce
    Reinforce your lyrics, lyricist cause i'm a smash
    Takin your titles and i'm not gonna stop
    Till your career crash
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Hickory dickory dock
    Tell them hoes they better stay off my cock
    Cause i rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block
    Mad alliance, big giants
    House of krazee's runnin shit for the '96 and then some
    Represetin mad skills, pay the bills
    Gotta act, bustin hands on the dub sack
    Now tell me who got the ill rhymes?
    Got your toe tappin like gregory heinz uh
    Running shit like a marathon
    I'm stronger than teflon
    And use my liquid friend to get my drink on
    Well i'm sluggin bigger than the average nig
    Got an attitude i get rude
    You disrespect me and i'll split your wig
    Nig nig nack paddy wack
    My name is mr. bones dunkin lyrics
    In your ears like eddie jones
    You better give it up for the original individual in disguise
    So open your eyes, surprise
    I fade em all like jamal
    I'm standin tall with my back to the wall
    A bad brother like lou brawls
    I fold ya, i thought i told ya
    Gun in the holster
    Thought patterns were deeper than the minds of minolta
    I ain't actin this ain't no play
    Been eatin pladoh and paint chips since i was 8
    Can you relate?
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    Badder than bad coming from motown
    Blam! very, very difficult to fuck with
    You don't wanna fuck with me

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