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Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - 17 Dead

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I got shot with a buck shot, shot me downBut you know you can`t paint a frown on a clownSewer gutter blood runs through my systemDeath stopped by but I must have just missed himAm I in a southwest street gang?Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin` nuts hang?But do you careI got stabbed in the eye and you wadn`t no whereAnd what about the time I got fuckedWhen I got shot in the throat...fuckin` suckedBut you news wouldn`t know meYou could give a fuck less never the less unlessSomething happened in your suburbsI`m a cut your daddy`s neck, you little fuckin` nerdI don`t give a fuck where you`re from boySo don`t tell me cuz I don`t give a fuckIt`s all about what`s going on in your headDo or don`t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don`t bother youDo or don`t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don`t bother youYou could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionI woke up next to a dead bodyRoll it out the way and jump out of bedStrap on my kicks and step out my roomCuz somehow there`s another stiff in the bathroomDead fucks all over the grassI`m a kick somebody in they dead assQuick to make a left on JeffersonAnd I noticed there`s another stiff riding shotgunAm I just seeing things? No.Is your mother a soggy ho?I like to drink Faygo, out from the scottiesBut then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodiesBut I`m straight with thatJust don`t be leaving your guts in my car n` shitWait a minute, wait, get your head on straightI drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking dayI gotta wonder if they doShould I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue tooI can`t do much, but they canBut those motherfuckers gotta death wish, manI`m gonna swim in they blood shedJusti-justify the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don`t bother youDo or don`t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don`t bother youYou could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionYeah, dead bodies manThey ain`t so badI mean they`re all over in theStreets n shit ya knowBut they don`t be fuckin` with youThey just lay there dead as shitI mean they tasted kinda straightWith a little mustard, manYeah, much worseSeventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wireAll seventeen on fireLightening up the sky with the smell of deathRich bigot fucker, take a deep breathLook at you makes me go baddyMotherfucker don`t be nothing like your daddyCuz he`s nothing but a redneck hoeHim and his kind created this ghettoThey can deal with they own creationMove out farther, suburb vacationBut it don`t work like thatKnock at your door and it`s me running slug batI`m a stick it to your fuckin` nuggetAbout seventeen times and you`re gonna love it motherfuckerDrive down my streetAnd stare at the folks who can`t make end`s meatYou don`t know now but that`s the planMost people in Hell were rich when they died, manTake that to your golden bedCuz I`m a cut your ass up for the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don`t bother youDo or don`t you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it don`t bother youYou could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionWell, ya know Violent J`s kinda wickedIf there`s a booger in my nose I`m a pick itAnd flick it in your eye like you ain`t jackAnd stomp my boots on your nutsacWell, I`m Shaggy and I`m in the houseYou don`t think so, I`ll put a brick in your mouthCan`t nobody flex on a nutty clownI got boys down river straight hick townWell, ya know I`m coming straight from the trailor parkThat`s me out front working on the SkylarkI`m waiting on a check, I don`t cut the grassAnd my woman`s got babies falling all out her assI`ll be running with the carnival until I`m eightyAnd tonight I`m going out with the fat ladyI strip the bitch down to the nitty grittyBut I ain`t saying shit about a wooden titty

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