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lirik lagu west vernor ave – insane clown posse

[intro]
fiteback, fiteback
yeah

[verse 1: shaggy]
so i’m marinating at home, sippin’ cheap wine in the recline
i’m on bottle two, so this beast fine
b-tch givin’ me a lap dance but honey heavy
she weigh more than a 3500 chevy
she lifted her belly, wack surprise
pussy had fro like the jackson 5
just then, rounds, rounds, get down
they wanna nix this wicked clown
i took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded
reached for the uzi at my foot and unloaded
but them hoes got away in time
and my b-tch headless, but she’ll be fine
i shot back in the p-ssion’s heat
k!lled somebody grandma across the street
they all gon’ die, no, they can’t hide
as soon as we find out who

[chorus]
we gonna ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and open f-ckin’ fire (move, b-tch)
we gonna ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and burn our f-ckin’ tires (tires)

[verse 2: shaggy]
the southwest side is like baghdad, yeah
people get k!lled for a gang rag, yeah
if you’re my enemy, i’ll make your brain hang, yeah
out the side of your head, big game of tag, huh
you’re it, b-tch, “it” being dead
and it was a basehead chick who said
her brother’s boys, the murder rats
was who tried to k!ll me, i heart that
pow, b-tch, head paints the wall
b-tch dead, but she ain’t fall
still propped up, vacant look in her eyes
death’s quite the surprise

[chorus]
we gonna ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and open f-ckin’ fire (move, b-tch)
we gonna ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and burn our f-ckin’ tires (whoop, whoop)

[verse 3: shaggy]
looking for revenge, three hours
where the f-ck are these b-tch–ss cowards?
searching the ghetto zone, all sides of it
like pussy holes, they’re rarely seen in public
we asked big red and meth head sally
yeah, i took a sec and got head in the alley
we went back home, almost got inside
but j called, he found ’em

[bridge: violent j]
shaggy, yo, them c-cksuckers tried to k!ll you
dumping hot slugs through your home, what the f-ck?
let’s ride and go make some headlines (some headlines)
five dead in the ghetto zone, whoop, whoop

[verse 4: shaggy]
duck low, rode by three times, triple checkin’
and as best we wreckin’, it’s them
slangin’ that bath salt and that spice
today, though, bad advice
four scrubs in a bucket, pullin’ up dumpin’
empty the full clip, quickly bust ’em
pop, pap, pop, pap, pop, pap (stop that)
shot dead all five

[chorus]
we had to ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and open f-ckin’ fire (move, b-tch)
we had to ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and burn our f-ckin’ tires (whoop, whoop)

[interlude: violent j]
ha-ha-ha-ha
no one even called the police, ha-ha-ha
dead on the street all d-mn week, okay

[chorus]
we had to ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and open f-ckin’ fire (move, b-tch)
we had to ride down to west vernor avenue (hey)
and burn our f-ckin’ tires (whoop, whoop)

[outro]
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
willaby’s words of wisdom, b-tch
don’t expect peace and tranquility
without at least some hostility, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
and if you’re on easy street, b-tch
you’ve got some potholes comin’
some are gonna be so deep
you can look down ’em and see old beelzebub himself (brother)
pinchin’ a hot loaf
like, what the f-ck?

- insane clown posse

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