| | First Day Out Lyrics Artist(Band):ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
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' aint been 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 whatch tube with 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" Your dads really cool, sweetheart, I mean him lettin me use his car. And he slipped me a 50, "Violent J's kinda nifty." If ida hit you'd a been home free, But now you Commin home with me. Dad i gotta bitch in the bedroom, take your ass to the bar and dont come home soon. Now the Juggla's known to smack hoes, But i need the shot too, So i switch to the mack mode. Now woman, you know i love you, So why dont you just let me fuck you. Now bitch i know yous a freak, So let me get a little kiss on your cheek. And a fuck to go with dat, Come on nympho let me hit dat. Tell ya what you let me stick it, And i got a left over piece of chicken for ya. Ya little sewer skank, You nasty little pipe smokin sac chasin hoe. And that was that, a little smooth talkin she was on her back. And im finally stickin, Dump ya and im keepin my chicken. You never guess what, My first day out andi caught my NUT. First day out and i caught my nut. First day out and i caught my nut. First day out and i caught my nut. SHit bitch its my first day out. (repeat If you find some error in First Day Out Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to bratboy787@msn.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song First Day Out The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "ICP (Insane Clown Posse)" Music | |
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