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Imma Kill U Songtext
von Insane Clown Posse

Imma Kill U Songtext

Ugh! Fu-fuck you!
Fu-fuck you!
Ugh! Guess what?
Fu-fuck you!
Ugh! Fu-fuck you!
Fu-fuck you!
Ugh! Guess what?

First, I smack your head with a bat
The bloody splat, crack with impact
Wind it back, whack your cheekbones
Stomp your nose in until it′s gone
Pick you back up and punch your gut
Double you over and fold you shut
Let you drop, then invite the crew to kick your face in too (ooh)


Racist bigot, you dirty demon (no!)
Dig your eyes out while you screaming (ow!)
Drive your head into the concrete
Use your forehead to paint the street
Child abusing piece of crap (look out!)
A couple knee drops across your back
Rip your pants down for the cause
Take two bricks and clap your balls

Ooh! (Guess what?) I'm hurting you
Run your ass, better run your ass
Ooh! (Guess what?) I′m hurting you
Imma fucking kill you!
Ooh! (Guess what?) I'm hurting you
Run your ass, better run your ass
Ooh! (Guess what?) I'm hurting you
Imma fucking kill you! (G-g-guess what?)

Pig molester, where you headed?
In yo back, my knife′s imbedded
Take my car-jack and whack your knees
Cause you sicker than a ass disease
Some teeth fall out, you swallow the rest
Bang! Pow! Boom! And your mouth′s a mess (pow!)
Somehow, your tongue's hanging outta your neck
And I ain′t even gone and get started yet (get started yet)


Throwing star sticking outta your forehead
Keep you alive to make you feel more dead
Down your throat with a broken bottle
Kick to the neck then make you swallow
Stomp each and every rib 'til it breaks
And when it′s all over, Hell awaits (bitch!)
Take this hammer, pound out your scrotum
Pancake food left for the rodents

Fuck you up, fuck you up
It's about time I fuck you up (duck, bitch!)
Fuck you up, fuck you up
It′s a-it's about time I fuck you up (duck, bitch!)
Fuck you up, fuck you up
It's a-it′s about time I fuck you up (duck, bitch!)
Fuck you up, fuck you up
It′s a-it's about time I fuck you up (ahh!)

Boom! (Guess what?) I′m hurting you
Run your ass, better run your ass
Boom! (Guess what?) I'm hurting you
Imma fucking kill you!

I say, "beat," you say, "that ass"
Beat! (That ass!)
Beat! (That ass!)
I say, "beat," you say, "that ass"
Beat that bitch ass! (Guess what?)

K-I-C-K-Y-O-A-S-S!
Oh yes!
K-I-C-K-Y-O-A-S-S!
Oh yes! (G-g-guess what?)

Bang! Boom! Pow! Boom! Bang!
Let yo fists swang!
Bang! Boom! Pow! Boom! Bang!
Let yo fists swang! (G-g-guess what?)

K-I-C-K-Y-O-A-S-S!
Oh yes!
K-I-C-K-Y-O-A-S-S!
Oh yes!

I say, "beat," you say, "that ass"
Beat! (That ass!)
Beat! (That ass!)
I say, "beat," you say, "that ass"
Beat that bitch ass!

Fuck you up, fuck you up
It′s about time I fuck you up (ooh!)
Fuck you up, fuck you up
It's a-it′s about time I fuck you up (ahh!)

Boom! (Guess what?) I'm hurting you!
Run your ass, better run your ass!
Boom! (Guess what?) I'm hurting you!
Imma fucking kill you!
Boom! (Guess what?) I′m hurting you!
Run your ass, better run your ass
Boom! (Guess what?) I′m hurting you!
Imma fucking kill you!

Fuck you up! Fuck you up!
Hahahaha!
Fuck you up! Fuck you up!
Hahahaha!

Hahahaha! Hahahaha!
Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

Well, y'all know what I always say
If it ain′t white, it ain't right
Cause if there′s one thing I can't stand, it′s to walk into my bar and see some goddamn-
Hey, Skip! You got a phone call, they said it's mighty important
A phone call? Huh, for me?
Well, it must be my wife

Hello, sweetums
Sweetums?
What the fuck you talking about, bitch?
We're looking for our big winner man, Mister Skip Harlow
Well, yes′m, I′m Skip Harlow
Well, boot scootin' boogie, bitch
You, Skip, are heading off on an all expense paid, first class trip to a dark carnival super show of a lifetime
In Ash, Nevada, and try this hat on
Just for showing up, you′ll get a hundred thousand buckaroos
Yeehaw! I'm heading to Ash, Nevada

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