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The Calm, Insane Clown Posse
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 27:23  
Size, Mb: 46,27  
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256

 
Price for album: ˆ0.64 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Intro Lyrics 01:30 240 2,45 ˆ0.10
2
Rollin' Over Lyrics 03:43 240 5,97 ˆ0.10
3
Rosemary Lyrics
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Let me in this bitch
Let me get some change in
Man fuck this dress code, bitch
I can dance motherfucker
I can dance

(Violent J)
I’m on crack walkin’ alleyways downtown
People drop change so I’m checkin’ the ground
Behind a nightclub, I can hear the bump outside
I hear them laughin’ and drinkin’ and dancing getting live
And I’m lonely graspin’ on my 55 cent
I don’t know where my meds went, they been spent
And I’m bent, I don’t remember yesterday at all
I’m barkin’ at the moon as I’m pissin’ on the walls
People grippin’ new cars checkin’ out a few bars
They see me come in side step a few yards
I’m like a bad man, holdin’ out my crusty ass hands
Scoldin’ an imaginary friend
Scary and I’m blackin’ out just about to lose all hope
I was peerin’ through the window of a nightclub scopin’
And there she was, everything I planned for
In the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin’

(Chorus)
She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor
She dipped down, she did the twirlin’
She shook it some more, she’s groovy
She made me happy, I try to refrain
I walk on, but then I run right back
I’m at it again, she’s callin’

(Violent J)
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle
Carjacked a minivan and punch full throttle
Right back to the spot, then I waited to get her
But when she came out, she had a bitch boy with her
No problem, hit the pipe and follow them home
And my imaginary friend gon have to leave me alone
Cause this really going down, I feel him pullin’ me down
Knowin’ I’m a wicked clown I gotta throw it down
She pulled in, her and her fuck ass strolled in
I hit the pipe again and hop out the stolen
Jumpin’ through backyards clumsy and trippin’
It don’t matter when your goal is a throat slittin’
And the way she danced lit flames
Burning me alive, I hear quit playin’ games
I’m on the side of her house, lookin’ in through the back den
And there she was again, with him dancing

(Chorus)
She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor
She dipped down, she did the twirlin’
She shook it some more, she’s groovy
She made me happy, I try to refrain
I walk on, but then I run right back
I’m at it again, she’s callin’

(Violent J)
I walked right in through the front door unlocked
No gun cocked, cinder block
Clown paint, I came here to dance boogie, oo ha
And maybe tap a little nookie
I’m creepin’, music bumpin’ in the back
I’m down the hallway hidin’ behind the coat rack
And here come the punk fuck to get champagne
I take the rock and pop him with the damn thing
Hit him in the back of the head
He dropped the wine, but I caught it in time
I had to take his life with a steak knife
I washed it off and put it back, I’m keeping the place nice
I’m comin bitch, you want an olive or something
I’m fuckin’ straight up the streets, but I’m down with some frontin’
I wanna tango
But instead I’m outside the club and its all in my head

(Chorus)
She kept a rhythm, her feet to the floor
She dipped down, she did the twirlin’
She shook it some more, she’s groovy
She made me happy, I try to refrain
I walk on, but then I run right back
I’m at it again, she’s callin’

She dipped down
She made me happy
She dipped down
03:40 224 5,72 ˆ0.10
4
Crop Circles Lyrics
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadically the circles appear
Baffling all through the history of known man
Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers
Nobody knows what for sure
Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read them and I believe that I need them
I’m runnin’ through a wheat field, chasin’ a ghost that loves circles
Use it for portals and time holes
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people
At the crop circle, I’ve come to know people
Under moon rays lighten up my new ways ?
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’ll pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped

(Chorus)
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

(Violent J)
This ball of mud that we live on is alive
You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out
I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night
Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights
Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse
And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse
They’re like artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic
I’m running through the moon lit fields
Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret
Its dancing, and I can’t catch up
And I almost ran head first into a truck
No compass will work, and I’m lookin’ for answers
Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards?
Have I lost you, cause I’ve lost me too
But if you’re hiding in the crops I will come find you

(Chorus)
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

(Violent J)
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In England the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Complex designs drops seconds before dawn

(Violent J)
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I’m layin’ in the crop circle countin’ my blessings

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
It might hurt tho, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose will bleed while you’re sleepin’

(Violent J)
Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware
Unless your like us, and don’t care

(Chorus)
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something

The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me

(Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I’m glad I finally got you to the house
(Girl) This is nice
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah, oh damn, I gotta check this message you know I’ve been filln’ out applications all around the city you know trying to get a job
(Girl) Don’t worry about it baby
(Shaggy 2 Dope) I’ll handle this
(Message) What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here, I need your fucking money
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Oh, shit
(Girl) Who the fuck was that?
03:50 240 6,16 ˆ0.10
5
Deadbeat Moms Lyrics
(Violent J)
Bitch back up cause your dimmin’ my shine
You got nine kids, only two of them mine
I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac
Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin’ that
Your shit loop like a bowl of soup
And every time I’m with you, I’m smelling nothing but baby poop
You got WIC food stamps, and ADC
Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel
And I’ma murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport
Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes
They won’t stifle, always wanna fight and for what
Get the rifle one to her butt, POP!
I won’t have it, bitches won’t fly straight
And I got two more bitches callin’ sayin’ they late
Baby momma blues

(Chorus)
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
Bitch leave me alone

(Esham)
Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama
Callin’ me while I’m in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna
Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
Anyway bitch, how’d u get my new number
Fuck your baby momma, she needs a new weave
That bitch did something that I couldn’t believe
She called up a priest, she called the police
And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece
Fuck my baby momma, I can’t see it like Stevie Wonder
All I know is when it rains it thunders
My baby momma took me under
Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids
Don’t tell me bout shit that none of them did
To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin’ the drama
Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma

(Chorus)
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes
You don’t love them kids, you only keep them to use
You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers
How that happen?
You got me plottin’ a kidnapping
Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off!
All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off
He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you
Damn, just a piece of neden ?
Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn’t enough
You met some punk and he stole your stuff
You wrecked your car they cut off your phone
Baby mommas blowin me up
AIN’T NOBODY HOME!
How much money, just for three kids
I got three other hoes layin’ down they bids
Don’t think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces
I got baby mommas in phenomenal places

(Chorus)
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
Leave me alone

(Esham)
There you have it, man
These hoes done lost they minds, man
These hoes keep tryin’ to hit a brother with charges
So I just keep on hittin’ them with gauges
You know what I’m sayin’?
These hoes can just jump up off me man
I don’t give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I’m sayin?
Fuck what the DMA say
I just had another one man
Yeah, it’s tryna get me
I don’t know man
I don’t know what they gone do
But if they break up out this
03:08 272 5,75 ˆ0.10
6
We'll Be Alright Lyrics 04:37 256 8,08 ˆ0.10
7
Like It Like That Lyrics
(Violent J)
I’ll ride a fucking pogo stick all over your face
With Shaggy on my shoulders adding to the weight

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We love all hoes, skinny old hoes
Big balled hoes, we dig all those

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

(Violent J)
We slap rappers in the head with the mic during freestlye wars
And get thrown out the doors

*Dynamite scratched*

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We rock our own wear, and if we don’t care
About what the fuck is going on out there

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll

(Violent J)
When the streets go quiet it means something’s wrong
I’m standing on a corner sippin’ on something strong

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Channel 719 hit us with the high beam
Wicked clowns choppin’ em down live on the scene

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

(Violent J)
Sometimes my dome feels like a cherry bomb

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I gotta pound his fucking head with a hammer to keep him calm

(Violent J)
Get him

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We so deep underground, the devil came around
But got his tail chopped off by Shaggy the clown

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll

(Violent J)
We livin’ in a fun house, walkin’ through mirrors and walls
The floor spins and it rains in the halls

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Many hate us, but we the greatest
Ya’ll just keep talkin, elevate us

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

(Violent J)
We human cannonballs flyin’ with no necks
Into brick walls scarier the show gets

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We throw punches, hittin’ faces like freight trains
Guaranteed to put shit in your Hanes

We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll

Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Say fuck you
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck you bitches (Fuck ya’ll)
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
What you gonna do bitch (Fuck ya’ll)
I say fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck all you hoes (Fuck ya’ll)
03:02 240 5,07 ˆ0.10
8
Off The Track Lyrics
[Violent J]
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 gone balistic
Its floatin on anyone caught in the way
Im falling through the future while your back in the day
And know that, theres a storm comin brewing up ahead
with black rain as hot as it can get,oh shit

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Shaggy]
Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles
For fifty three miles
We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles
I caught a shootin star
Inside a peanut butter jar
We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like quasars
We draw crop circles
That turns skies purples
Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful
Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though
We keep it juggalo
We underground and more
Rockin shows in my underwear
Never been the one to care
Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer
I make the rainest
But the joker cards is forever famous
But who can blame us
The carnival became us
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

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Violent J & Shaggy]
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night

[Violent J]
You gotta meet me to believe me
And be me to achieve me
And vision through your third eye to even try to see me
Im to dramatic
Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic
Im on your TV screen talkin through the static
Im on the beaches of Afghanistan
Talkin to the reefer man
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
So cmon

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Violent J & Shaggy]
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night

[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me

[Violent J Talkin]
Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music. For the
juggalo nation of serial killas. World Wide.
worldwide baby
and it never never ever never stop
never stopnever ever ever never never ever stop bitch
03:56 256 7,07 ˆ0.10