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Intro: Violent J The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance and the horror of death that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end to the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings Verse one: ViolentJ Heard *thoughts* going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Just ta warm up, just to get it on Cause ima be be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho but now they comin with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain its fucking insane roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in your house, shot him in the mouth Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out My lyrics are strong, it's only a song The government fronts like they dont know what is going on Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands Cut ya down cat, cut ya down Cause i know the rich go jogging And im waiting in the bushes, axe to the nogging About 30, 40 times, psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes But ya keep the killer in one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthafucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on the muthafucking train tracks} (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, or chase ya naked ass clean out the shower} {Finally catch ya down the block, take this here gat and shoot ya in the cock} (Who ya fucking wit governer E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) {Then swing ya by ya foot} {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch} (Stroll to the banquet party) {Drank all they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs, jackoff} (The clown'll stick his knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) Verse three: Jump Steady In Detroit doing time, *dying to be down* With *the number one* solution Without nothing but wicked men How many muthafuckas ive know through the years Got they necks blown *out* or crippled in their fear Now i'll tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instinct's to kill in the streets *but I'm above them* and ? sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war Money on the troops in the desert but what the fuck for Damn the're stupid, *their minds must be failin* Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon *to* save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting *for* change In the folds on my jacket i cradle my gauge What ya gonna do if i show up at your place Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste Verse four: Capitol E / Esham Ya need a spoonful, *in other words* a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream Everyday thang, think you can take it Just wait till you see that crackhead at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked (come up wit it bitch) Now ya dont know how to act *because this life inexperience is a mother* Happens everyday, one after the other But the suburb living is high class With a high class let the city trade with ya ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And bitches *bummin'& the pike for dough Then they run to the rock *store* to buy some rock snow And i hear ya making fun of that... ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they dont know now, show them what to expect Cause it dont matter the race or the place Capitol E giving the inner city Taste Interlude: Violent J Yea! We heading from Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood Verse five: Esham Guess who's rolling with the ICP, The black devil coming straight from the D I'm headed out from birmingham, my temperature is burnin' man I'm looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya The black devil, that devil ya dont know Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man do you know my name? (Esham) I'm down with *NATAS*, not Soul Train So give me mine 'cause it aint about black or white It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night I burn a cross in ya fucking face Now homicide's got a new case So give me a taste If you find some error in Taste Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Taste 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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