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Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - Murder Follows Me

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When I sit backThank to myselfHow mutha fuckin fucked upThe World has becomeIt seem like violence, is the only things us mutha fuckas know nowadayEvery time I turn aroundEverywhere I lookIt`s anotha mutha fucka killin` anotha mutha fuckaAnd that`s some mutha fuckin` fucked up shit, mutha fucka (Fuck right)Murder follows me wherever I goJust the other daySomebody shot they school upAt least that`s what I been hearing everytime I turn the news upMy momma said that there`d be shit like thisI never seen itC`mon and hit on my blunt and reminiceNow I ask myselfIs there a way to make it stopA way to make the gats not popAnd is it possibleFor me to live the way I need to liveFor me to get what I need to getAnd give all that I need to giveMy situations getting major by the secondThat fool that shot his whole school upJust turned eleven (Whaaa?)And ain`t no body even thinkin` bout itAnd for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about itUp in my hood it`s like a warzoneIf somebody got a problem with somebodyThey don`t last longI seem `em dyin` every god damn dayAnd the worst thing about itI don`t think it`s shitI just say itSo a...The way of my loveIs like ultra man meets the sunI need to be killin` someoneI won`t go 2 days without fillin` some gravesDrag `em in the sewersMy underground cavesI kill a bitch and then hide in my trunkExcept if they come and find meI will cry like a punkI just look into the cameraAnd say mamma I`m sorryBut it`s all your faultYou never bought me atariMurder follows meEverywhere that I turnPsychopathic RydasBut we never seem to learnI just attract mad loveWit my black trucks and black chucksAnd what`s upSince I`m strictly givin` no fucksMurder`s on my tailI don`t think I`m gonna lastI`ma leave my lip fatterThan Rikishi assIf I get chanceI can`t resist that danceWith the devilI`m on another levelUnderneath the gravelI`m just a thang that go bump in the nightAnd that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)I`m relaxed feelin goodKnowin` I`ma mutha fuckin` menace to my neighborhoodMurderI take it, break it down, and analyze itManslaughter, murder one, murder two, can`t hide itEverywhere I go vSomebody try and take mePistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make `em historyAnd there I goWizzle, third body todayThis how I killin` mutha fuckasWon`t go awayI leave trails every time I walk down the streetBystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloodyLeave no tracesAnd even the cops is paid offAin`t tryin to see encarcerationMakes ya soft16 in the clipRunnin` the chamber jelloMaybe it`s all in my brainBut it seems like murder followsShit`s crazy in the ghettoEvery motha fuckin` dayA nigga on parolNow I gotta find a wayTa get back on my feetGotta call Lil Shank upWalkin` to the cribSaw nigga get throat cutBlood rushed outAs the nigga started coughin`Ain`t shit a nigga could doI kept walkin`Got to the cribThen I put the call inThe homie told me meet me at 9We get to ballin`Get my chucks onHeaded back on the blockGot to tha cornerSee anotha sucka get shotLook like he caught heat from an AKSemi-auto aint no escape when bullets sprayThe young brotha took like six in the chestOne str8 shot lay the little kid to restAnd the little girl looks to be about tenSomebody got to tell her ma that she`ll never see her againEverywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghettoWhere the little niggas growI used to be a little nigga myselfAnd learn quickMomma insisted that they focus on my mutha fuckin` wealthAll I had was my dogsAnd my ma`s kept it tightTell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin` with ya life"Don`t waste your time tryin` to be anotha useless thugLocked up like your cuzin tryin` to sell some drugsYour the only one left in this family treeAnotha year pastNow my momma 53And ain`t a damn thing changed in my life at allStickin` niggas for they paperMake my bank a cap tallAnd perhaps a mutha fucka catch a slug in the chestHe not a trooperIf he was, he woulda had a fuckin` vestI ain`t got time to considerThe right thing to doBesides the right thing to do don`t always pay for bills and food (echo)

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