First Day Out Lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

First Day Out Lyrics

    Got another funky rhyme
    Another funky, funky rhyme
    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"

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