Insane Clown Posse
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Renditions Of Reality
When you slip into reality Ho's wanna straddle me Playa Hatas wanna
battle me But I shed 'em all like calories Prophecy preacher Lend your ear
and I'll reach ya And if your willin' to be taught Imma teach ya I'm not a
people person Truth is I can't stand too many people So many fake the funk
and perpetrate and call me evil But evil is a harsh word, tell the
mockingbird that I said it A man of my word I won't regret it If i let it get to
me like it get to them I'm no betta The same message over and over with
different settin' Playa Hatin' is an art of a scandalous and shabby person
Some do it oh so well I'll be damned if they don't rehearse it Disperse it to
people like me and you everyday and they expect the common man to turn
his cheek and walk away And now I pray for an end to the madness No more
sadness shall fall to my people that preside to be the badest and all that
they do and say But overshadowed by a cloud turnin' night to day It's so
tremendous that you couldn't even walk away if you chose to You even
supposed to watch the ones you close too, now that's insane Tell me will it
change I'm confused, not a thing to loose This shit is far from positive and
saddens like the booze Payin' dues ain't the only part of duties that
bestowed to the chosen Spitten lyrics in the microphone and dodggin'
playa haters 'til my temple hit the ceilin' And this how they got a nigga
feelin' I done fell into reality My renditions of reality Believe in me... One
day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks I'm feelin' so sick, one of my doggs
passed and shit I feel like killin' 'em all But what's that gon' solve We still
gon' be dead in the mornin', why take the fall Inside I be so mad I'm fitn'ta
burst Instead of Chevy's my homie's rollin' in the back of a hurst You know
it's worse It's too hard to cope with some days Murderous ways leavin' me
sick and in a daze Komatose, compleatly tore up Nerves be so bad I wanna
throw up I'm 'bout to blow up in a rage I need to talk, nobody wanna listen
On the corner, murder mindstate condition Overload pull the trigger Stress
got the best of suicide washed in liquir Another grave digga gets paid
Diggin' a grave for senless ways Keep to ourselves and stay paid Alla my
doggs can't die I visit the sky and remonise when I'm high I'm never gon'
lie I got love for my peoples Dead or Alive Or we can smoke out in the ride
in my memory Yeah Reality is just a fragmant of our souls My eyes are
closed My head is spinnin' I don't know This is a musical masterpiece
dedicated to down rydas Keep it in your cliche, fuck the Outsidas People
hatin' on everything and everythings the same Everybody is a player and
life is a silly game It's a damn shame daddy died 11 years to date I wonder
if he knows that I'm doin' straight Could you tell him somethin' if you see
my pops before I do Let him know that he's remembered by my crew And
everyday in my mind, any place, any time, lookin' in the sky for the 7th sign I
walk around, nobody knows what I do Stealin', facin' date rapes as my body
transcends through this portal of life Smokin' blunts, wrongin' my rights I
live for the night Because I melt in the night Completely out of sight For
facts so unknown So grotesque never stated on microphones So alone in
this fucked up world, it sucks dick Everybody got a problem with somethin',
. well you can bet I'll be the last one More like the last dragon of sorts to
ever let this world contort their way of thinkin' It's so ascensial it gives us
all the potential to take over the world, in my mental If I can't live my life the way I wanna live my life Then why can't I die Why can't I die My
renditions of reality Reality is a rap and inside my soul My eyes are closed,
head spinnin and I don't know It's just reality, bad or good, wrong or right
Believe in me and I'll believe in you and everythings tight Reality is a rap
and inside my soul My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know It's
just reality, bad or good, wrong or right Believe in me and I'll believe in you
and everythings tight Reality is a rap and inside my soul My eyes are
closed, head spinnin and I don't know ??? Since your to fuckin' lazy to turn
this shit off(right) And seein as who your just sittin' there listenin doin
nothin(em hmm) we figured we'd tell you a story(ok) Lets see if you can
figure out what I'm tryin' to say (what do you got to say, say it,spit it out,
come on) There once was a ninja named Jack Picklebush He lived in the 313
area code(I know that guy) Now this kid wasn't no ordinary ninja because
his nutbag was 4 times the size of his head(woah) Everybody in the
neighborhood calls him Phat Sac Jack Now his 3 homeboys Ron,Don,and
Jon from over on 8th st. (I know Ron) used to dash home from school just
so they could jump up and down and play on Jack's fat fuckin' ball sack
Now, the other day while they was hopin' and flippin and havin' fun Jon
ripped a huge ass crease right up the ass of his Wranglers He wasn't
wearin' any droors but the fact that his naked ass fell out wasn't what
embarassed him. What did however was that all his friends now knew his
lifelong secret, Jon has 2 Anus's That's right double rosebuds.Now,
everybody got a great laugh on including Phat Sack Jack and when they
finally finished bustin' on Jon they realized it was 8 o clock, time for
Monday Night Wrestlin' and so they all ran over to Don's house because
he's the only 1 that has cable. After wrestlin' was over they all grabbed
some Faygo's and some Suisse Sweats packed with buds (gotta have the
weed) And they all laid out on Phat Sack Jack's fat fuckin ball bag and
staired up into the stars. When they finally got home and went to bed shit, it
was something like 2 in the morning(that's pretty late) Now, figure it out
smart ass (who you callin' a smart ass) (put it together, figure it out)
(what're you supposed to do with it) (Fuck Off) (figure it out) (I don't get it
where'd he go) (where'd that guy go that was tellin' the story) (Imma wait
here go see if you can get him) (What the fucks goin' on) (word up)

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