I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me Ive murdered everybody i need some switches for me Take me some place nobody ever knew existed Gone like the missle that missed it and gone balistic Its floatin on anyone caught in the way Im falling through the future while your back in the day And no that, theres a storm comin brewin up ahead Black rain as hot as it can get
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Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles Inside a peanut butter jar We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though Rockin shows in my underwear Never been the one to care Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer But the joker cards is forever famous Im sleepin in the clouds leaving through the night sky I fantasize let you see something beyond your eyes I seen the galaxy ate lucky charms off the milkyway But tommorow gonna be the day
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You gotta meet me to believe me And meet me to achieve me And vision through your third eye to even try to see me Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic Im on your TV screen talkin through the static Im on the beaches of Afghanistan Caught in a avalanche and dont need an ambulance Come with me ill show you how to relax Dark Carnival wagons is flying off the tracks
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Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music. For the juggalo nation of serial killas. World Wide. More from ICP (Insane Clown Posse)